I am a smidgeon fluthered, I must admit. The bacon is cooking on the pan as I type. It is 1:13A.M. on a Monday. I worked until 8:23 this evening, from 8:50. I get paid **** all. Therefore, I felt comfortable and justified having a few beers.
I presented my work today to the company main guys. They were happy with it. Good stuff. I just wish they would stop paying me so little. :)
Is this what it is like to be 'normal people'?
I am not normal people.
This is just a visit.
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You are not people. You are an elf. A ridiculously conceited one, might I add.
Me? Vain? Gosh no.
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