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Friday, June 04, 2004
I spent today the same way I spent yesterday and the day before: cite checking this lumbering 83 page paper. How long will this go on, I wonder. How long before I lose my sanity in great gales of desperate laughter? Will my insurance cover the loss of my sanity? Will workman's comp?
Someone will have to take care of it, and I have the feeling that if I completely lose it, the person taking care of it won't be me. The relief of complete madness beckons, its dancing visage twisted into blessed reassurance. 40 more pages and I may give in.
Someone will have to take care of it, and I have the feeling that if I completely lose it, the person taking care of it won't be me. The relief of complete madness beckons, its dancing visage twisted into blessed reassurance. 40 more pages and I may give in.
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