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14 July 2015

It's a day job


Mental Health
Meanwhile, something terrible was happening on the third-closest of the lazy, good for nothing balls of rock orbiting the demoralized sphere of massive and constant fusion reactions that gave life to its inhabitants. The terrible thing was that a fly had gotten into a house and insisted on buzzing past a person's ear at irregular intervals, making any sort of concentration basically impossible. This was really a shame, because the distracted person would otherwise have written a document that would advance human peace and prosperity by leaps and bounds, whereas with the fly's intervention, progress would continue to crawl along, sometimes even going in the wrong direction.

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