I feel like screaming. My two guilty pleasures are Britney Spears and Steve Wilkos. (I know). Anyways, today was not really a good day. On the flip side, had it actually been a good day, I would not currently be feeling as disgruntled and dismayed and disillusioned and frustrated and perplexed as I feel and would not be blindly pounding the keys of my keyboard; my fingertips like tiny fists. Somewhat aware that the only two numb feelings I have left are fear and exhaustion. I think I might've lost my job today over telling someone who doesn't know where they live is called Cancer Alley in college textbooks that knowing what a power supply cord is has absolutely nothing to do with computers and everything to do with common sense. That we plug things in every day - don't we?--toasters, hairdryers, etc. No ma'am, it's impossible for a battery to last on its own for slightly over a year within that piece of machinery... ...but I'm about to ea...
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