My thryroid is scheduled for removal on April 6th. Don't be afraid or worry for me. I will go without fear or fret. I know enough to know that whatever will be will be no matter what I do, think or say.
My job has become a pain in the ass, not because of the work, but rather atmosphere. Coworkers are a drag... well, not all of them, just a couple.
I am alive today, and for that there is no reason to complain.
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lets pretend it's still 1983
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