In 30 minutes, I will be writing like a drunk.
I don't want this job. I am supposed to take care of my own end.
In other words, I deliver and after that, I am Scott-free.
This is different. I am responsible for the whole lot.
I let Vader deal with it. He has the power.
Maybe 8 years is just the preliminary phase. The rubber meets the road after that. What do I know?
Oh... Here comes the Seroquel.
OK, goodnight Vader...
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