So I can stay out late on a Wednesday night and see a political play about Indira Ghandi and eat Thai food with local writers.
You know, I wouldn’t have to get up at 5:30 the next morning.
Bah. This fucking job.
So I can stay out late on a Wednesday night and see a political play about Indira Ghandi and eat Thai food with local writers.
You know, I wouldn’t have to get up at 5:30 the next morning.
Bah. This fucking job.
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