I miss being at work. I miss the friendships of the guys I work with. I'm gonna have about 57 metric buttloads of work to do when I get back to it all, but at this point, I'd rather that than limbo (which, it turns out, even the Catholics don't want anymore).
Am I what I do? No. But Who I Am gets expressed in What I Do. I know I'm (literally) feeling asymmetrical, but maybe I'm also just feeling blocked up?
Do they make a stool softener for the brain?
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