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My Life as a Psych[ot]ic 04-12-09.a

I awoke today to the sound of grinding machinery. Rolling over on my floormat, I saw dongs. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I realize they were not in fact dongs, but the pistons of an automated cleaner, and pondered with a bemused look on my face what I could have possibly been dreaming about to make such a mistake.
Up and off I went, having an early shift in the office that day. Transportation went relatively smoothly, though I arrived (as usual) early. This time though, being opening shift, the manager was not there, and the building was locked down between midnight and when the opening admin arrives. Feeling mildly pleased with myself, I sat and waited in a leisurely position while taking on my morning nutrients.

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