The day is just crawling by. I'm throwing myself into my work in an attempt to distract myself, yet every time I look up, only minutes have passed. I suppose that means I'm being time-efficient and productive, but it's killing me.
Though thinking about it, I'm not sure that I want the end of the day to come. I don't know what that's going to bring either.
Fuck.
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