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work sucks my dog, the temperamental one, bit me again friday nite after i came back from work so one strip of skin from my little finger got torn off. [don't worry, he's sorry now, looked really repentant up to yesterday for what he's done. honestly dogs are smart and they can remember, and my parents were scolding him bad enuff on friday nite so it's 100% unlikely he'll be biting me soon. and anyway i'd rather have him here biting me than not have him around at all. he bit cos he has a temper sometimes and he's very much like a cat in the sense that if he doesn't wanna be petted, he'll bite without warning just as cats scratch without warning. usually i avoid, but sometimes i'm not quick enuff.]long story, i dun wanna go into details cos i got work tmr, but yeah, it was tough having to not get the bandage wet or do things with one hand. bathing is tough. playing the piano is a little tough, cos instinctively my little finger reaches for the keys. other things in everyday life are tough. tomoro i return to work and i am so so so so sad i have to go back. it sucks. work sucks. i really really hate work. the cold. the numerous hours at the computer. the insanely early mornings. the terrible jam on the return trip home. the exhaustion from a whole day's work. office work is so not the life for me, esp being given jobs fit for a clerk or something. man i so fear for my eyes...i'm really scared i'm gonna end up wearing spectacles after this shit is over. 4 weeks to go. i cannot wait. i cannot wait. but i don't wanna go straight to school after that either. but no choice. i hate work. i hate work. it sucks badly. life sucks because of work. it's terrible. tomoro is gonna be such a terrible day. i am gonna suffer terribly. and i am gonna suffer alone. this really sucks. |
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