{i give up}

There's not a single copy machine that works on this entire floor.
I can hardly get in & out of my cube because my work has exploded from the desk onto the floor.
I printed to much of something, shreaded the extras, then realized I didn't have enough copies.
I stuck a paper in my mouth while I bent down & picked something up, took it out of my mouth & ripped the skin off my lip.

I quit.
I give up.
I want some grape Kool-Aid.
And the friend that convinced me that grape Kool-Aid does in fact solve all problems, I could use them right now too.

But in the meantime.

I quit.