Cut about six pages of crap that wasn’t working, which pissed me off.
Then dithered around writing bits and pieces of personal emails and rants. Those, at least, did not piss me off.
Where’s my whiskey?
Cut about six pages of crap that wasn’t working, which pissed me off.
Then dithered around writing bits and pieces of personal emails and rants. Those, at least, did not piss me off.
Where’s my whiskey?
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