I am swamped with busy bullshit, because the -blam!-ing potatoes in my outfit can't fill out a -blam!-ing report to save their lives... shoot me, the clock is literally stretching time!
[spoiler]might be the drugs too[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Just kidding, I don't do drugs[/spoiler]
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Edit: I'm leaving; thursday, fu
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That sucks. I woke up early for a moving job, then a storm blew through and we held off a bit, said she was on her way then something else came up so she called it off, then the thing was resolved and now I'm finally on my way, but instead of having all day to load and unload stuff I only have a few hours because I have another job in 3 hours. Weeeeeeeeeee!