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So, I have to have this thing done for work tomorrow. It's super easy, and I've had all week to do it, but I still haven't touched it. Here I am at 10:30, working on my second glass of wine, and it's still not done.
I don't want to do the stupid thing!!!
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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