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Date Written: September 4, 2017

Monday is dreary and I am weary.  The skies are grey and its a long time since May.  Work is mundane, it is slowly driving me insane.  Eight hours of dull and my intray is full.  I need a holiday in the sun or a big gun.  That boss man needs shooting, or at best a good booting.  All in my head, it is easy said.  Cornbeef for my snap on a brown bap.  I wish I had time to daydream, but what I want to do is scream.  Tuesday little better than today, one day nearer Friday anyway.

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