today, boys & girls, was my last LAST last day at job #1 and i couldn’t be more thrilled if you gave me a thousand raspberry popsicles and an apartment with central air!
…well, that’s not entirely true. considering how new england is hotter than a rotted crotch right now, i’d probably sell my soul for central air.
No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central air.
but, finally breaking free of the oppressing shackles of government-affiliated employment feels goooooood. i think i even did a little dance. in fact, i’m sure i did. maniacal glee followed my last trip past security out of the lobby. and it was like a huge, menacing weight was lifted off my shoulders.
woo hoo.
now, if i could manage to find the time to pack tonight…
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