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Saturday, January 8, 2011
Day Thirty-Two.-Some kind of terrible nightmare
You know you've been working too long when you begin to have nightmares about work. Last night, I dreamed I was the only waiter on the floor. By the end of the nightmare, I had twenty tables. -Shiver- Terrible dream.
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