Go to your special place.
um, ok. Do I have to come back out, ever?
(It’s a little stressful at work again. However, we’re all shorting out earlier and earlier in the day now. It’s like those wind-up nun toys that spark out their mouths, but instead, something gets jammed and they just start riding the whirly wind-up duck.
With sparks flying out their butts.)
At least I leave you with colorful imagery. My work here is done.