Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes
jervo

The elevators in this building smell of funky diapers.

Tonight - music/sleep.

It is not yet 4pm - I might not make it until 5. They might have to wheel me outta here, I'm so bored and tired and just blah.
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