Remember, when you were a child, how summer vacation was almost too long? How excited you were on the last day of class and how bored you were by the last day of August? How, melodramatics aside, you were actually kind of eager to get back to school and see all your friends?
It makes me want to invent a time machine just so I can go back and kick my ten year old self in the goodies.
You would need an electron microscope to measure my eagerness to head back to work after the holidays, and I actually like my job. Is there anybody who feels differently? Are you a massage chair tester or some kind of… whatever could possibly be better than a massage chair tester? I only hope the joy your job brings you compensates for the isolation you must feel from the rest of humanity. Freak.
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