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So vacation left me totally fucking wrecked. And by wrecked I mean emotionally. That trip stirred up a lot of shit I needed to deal with but didn't want to deal with. Vacations aren't supposed to do that, they are supposed to make you feel better, not worse. I am sick of thinking about it all, shit has been eating me alive.

Back at work, same old shit in this shitty country. Crossing the border is like entering a big shitty diaper or some other much more clever analogy.

Time to go to work.