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2. I miss my Grandma.

3. This problem seems to be having little babies. Babies that run all over every single airport and steal my luggage so that it NEVER SEEMS TO BE ON THE FUCKING CONVEYOR BELT EVEN WHEN I AM MISERABLE AND JUST FLEW BACK FROM MY GRANDMOTHER'S FUNERAL.

4. Preparing myself for this AGAIN. Reputable Company is "restructuring". Granted, this time it may all just be rumor flitting about the office, but intuition readings around just about every cube farm are off the charts of late.

In conclusion: I'm not even sure what I did to you Fate, but knock it the hell off. I will floss. I will not use the Lord's name in vain. I will jump on a pogo stick for an entire fucking DAY. I will even stop using the word "fuck" if you fucking LEAVE ME ALONE!