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Most days I have something at least remotely interesting to say here. Today, I don't. I've been at work for an hour now, and I've already finished everything I need to do for the day. This has had the unwanted side effect of sucking the will to live out of my body. I'm just a decrepit husk of a man, staring off into oblivion, sitting in my sweltering office waiting for the Grim Reaper to whisk me away on his magical ethereal chariot. It's like when you used to take a test in high school, and you finished WAY before everyone else, but you still had to sit there with your head down until everyone else in the class finished and the bell rang.

I just want the damn bell to ring.