July 28, 2003 - 4:38 p.m.
Whine, whine, whine.
My head hurts.
I hate my job.
It's going to rain, and I don't have an umbrella.
I'm hungry.
Did I mention I hate my job?
I want to travel and not be stuck in an office right now.
I want to be at the beach.
I want a glass of wine to go with all this whine.
I want to never make a bad pun like that again.
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