In the immortal words of a man with his pants around his ankles: "I feel very conflicted."
I've got the evening ahead of me to do work in. I'm sure there's work I should be doing. I just can't think what it is. It's out there, somewhere. Hiding. Mocking me.
Fuck it. I think I'll go out to the movies instead.
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