Groan mumble mumble

Thoughts going through my head while I drive the 80 mile commute

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the bossman just emailed
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wants everything by Thursday
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possibly the busiest week of my life
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don't know when I am going to get things done
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why am I still broke?
Can't you tell I am trying to get some zines printed?
need a vacation
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still sick
Did you see the snow on Mt Hamilton this morning?
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The house is cold and empty
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when am I going to get paid?
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can I draw now?
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April is almost here!
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I seem to be offending everyone
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I have been late to work consistently since January
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I haven't done my taxes (I'll probably owe)
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There will be no one to kiss next week
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at least that nasty cough is gone
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insurance bill is overdue
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checks haven't cleared
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want to close that damn account
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relationships are getting complicated
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every one is raw and grumpy from the cold
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seem to say all the wrong things
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the future doesn't seem all that cheery
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nothing to look forward too
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is this depression?
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a pill certainly can't give me the feeling that I am making enough money
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angst
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maybe I should plan a trip,
just to have something to look forward too
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there is nothing on the radio and the CD's are scratched
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commuting is intolerable and so is living in Mutton
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Flip Flop has a crummy third world economy and offers no hope of career advancement
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surely these issues aren't just unique to me
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wouldn't want to be a poor farmer in some dust bowl
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somehow people figure out how to live with the constant uncertainty
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and thrive, even
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who cares what the water heater is set to?
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I am sick of being single
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if I was married, at least someone else could worry about me
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what is wrong with my faith?
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unconfessed sin robbing me of my joy?
okay, I confess it all.
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why do I feel so hideous?
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I need food
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isn't the mountain pretty?