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Snarly.
At work, trying to get payroll done so I can leave.
Bubonic plague caught in my chest.
Hungry, want matzo ball soup, but don't want to go get it.
Don't want to drive home in this ice and sleet.
I want to be home, on the couch, and with a minimum of two cats lying with me.
Not a happy girl.
Not a happy girl.
Not a happy girl.