Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Because of a recent sigmoidoscopy, it feels like I'm passing broken glass.

At my workplace, I've been transferred to a department where I understand less than I did at the previous one (I know that what I'm being taught is in English, but it's not arranged in a manner that resembles English)...and I learned that if you don't reach certain goals, they cut your hours.

Because of all of this, I lack the inspiration to complete the projects I really want to get done.

Is this the life anyone dreams of in their youth?

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