There is a teeny little hole in the wall of the server room the shape of my fist. My hand is surprisingly okay.
I have still not gone for a cigarette.
Thank you stubbornness for getting me through long days, and thank you swear words for providing the eloquence I require on bad ones.
I may be in trouble at work for that hole in the wall. But I still haven't gone for a cigarette.
Eff. Eff. Eff. Eff. Eff. Eff. Eff.
and I can't make blogger obey me when it comes to images. little eff.
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