panadol extra strong for the morning.
pale faced and pounding head.
early for work, but hrm was earlier.
she said i looked ghastly.
i like my work assemble today.
simple, clean, nice.
either i grew fatter over the weekend, or my pants shrank in the wash.
shitted. ahhhh.
fatbear is not forgiven. because i hate broken promises. excuses again and again everytime this happens. it does speak of how important i am right?
you demand for me to listen to you. but how can i? if you don't listen to me?
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