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Dear Holland: STOP CALLING MEEEEE! Frazzledly yuors, Melle

So far for sneaking some writing in. I can hardly manage to sneak in some B5 prisonsex reading. Stupid coworker being ill. Stupid customers. Stupid job.

Going insane one phone call at a time. Send help. Or porn. Preferably both.

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Okay. When you start colour-coordinating your dishwashing liquid to your kitchen, I think it's time to get help. Like, yesterday. Or possibly take up a hobby or something.

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So apparently, I'm the least subtle person ever. Yes, I know, I just need to be reminded of this sometimes.