currently I'm feeling like a overheated gatling gun....

We'll finish at the weekend a year plus of work.

Should I be happy? Maybe.

But currently it's just frustration cause the whole week was satanic prep work.

Lots of fsicking boring shit, planning, migraine, connecting the dots.

I wish you'd get a nice dose of "fuck everything" medicine at the work for weeks like that.

Remember the chewing gum dispenser from your childhood?

Like that. ID card in. Fun pills out.

(If drugs were only without side effects and addiction.... )