time it just seems to slip by so slowly with clients who make up spreadsheets and make up numbers. i need time to stop slowly drifting by with clients who make up spreadsheets and who are walking numbers. wage war! wage client war. throw stationary at the walls. i think we should wage war. throw our uniforms out the door. if this fits like the shot-glass in your hand it seems to feel so natural.
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