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"What exactly do I do now?" said the angry mother, having just heard a negative answer to her question. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Ma'am, there's nothing I can do abotu this. You should've come in a month ago." I replied, and returned to the most tedious job of all in this store - inventory. The holidays are coming up, so we need to make sure that the customers get their share of ridiculously overpriced items. Why doesn't anyone read the signs? There are no more Atomic systems left until early January! I know it's a hassle, but I did end up buying the last one in the store for myself (it's sitting in the trunk of my car right now, mwahahah).

My stomach is still like a walnut from Saturday's debauchery.

"Debauchery you say, Tim? What's that?"
"Well," I reply, "Debauchery means..'excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures; intemperance.'" After you give me a quick hit in the mouth, you say,
"Tim, you dick, I meant what did you do that was so bad?"
There's a pause.
"Come on, dude, you can't just hide it now! Did you get some?"
I look away and blink a couple times.
"Tim, I'll fucking stab you if you don't tell me now!" And you mean it; you draw a knife, a big Vietnam-style knife. "Like Charlie!"
I look annoyed again and say, "I got drunk and threw up near my bed."

"Wow. Tim, not very debaucherous."

Then I remember you're a dick. Naw, I'm just kidding, I love ya folks, even though no one reads me. So here's what I'll do to bolster some Googlings.

PORN.

What exactly IS therapeutic, anyway?

I hate being sick. Especially when I'm going to be going home soon.

Whew, work's done. Now I'm just bored. I woke up at like 5 for some reason this morning, feeling completely well-rested, and it kind of made me nostalgic for the days at Abington, where I'd wake up for a 10AM class at 7:30, hop the 66 at 8:05, then get on the school bus at 8:30.

That's not happening anymore. It feels like when I was waiting for Disney World last year, like this is going to be a really long vacation away from home. I'm really excited, but simultaneously nervous. Hopefully my teachers don't suck like my teachers last semester (comma splice my ass!) were.

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