Some malevolent force was hunting me. Lava was spewing from locations and trying to burn me. I knew it wanted to destroy me. I ran, I hid, I flew in order to get away. Finally, I found myself in a crowd of people. The lava, seemingly alive, threatened to kill them if it could not get me. I relented, I scooped up lava on a stick and put it on my hand. I declared, "You did not get me, I chose this." Then I woke up, looked at the clock and saw that I was late for work.

Work is lava today.

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    Well that's one way to describe closing tickets right before deadlines....
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