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What are you waiting for?
I might be in a worse mood than I thought.
First
we've got some seasonal antics in my city.
There was a fire in an elevator shaft
we're talking pillar of flames
in my office building
and a bomb threat in the same neighborhood.
I spent about an hour standing in a big clump of people wondering what in the fuck was going on, and went back to work in a place that smelled a bit like burning paper and large men with axes and helmets.
Second
somebody called me fucking Andrew
...
this is not my name
this has 2 things in common with my name
first hint
both names have two syllables.
What am I more pissed off about, stressed about, and less than willing to go to work about tomorrow?
The bomb threat/arson investigation where I spend 8 hours every five days.
Might be making me a more-than-usual testy cunt.
Or maybe people are being tardariffic. Could be a unique alchemy
a perfect storm situation.
*cracks neck like a stepped on plastic bottle*
*sighs*
I never hear her say "I love you" when she gets off the phone.
Everyone else does.
Mark of youth?
Mark of severity?
Mark of happiness?
But why did she call me Andrew...
Did I mention she's beautiful?
