Really, all I’m saying is that my head hurts

March 24, 2011

My bucket hat seemingly surrendered with futility to the icy hands of the artificial cold in the office. It’s as if buckets of freezing water were splashed in to my head, then, together with my brain, iced up because of the low levels of temperature. Now my head, a fucking iceberg that took form, feels like its trembling for god knows what reason and ready to explode the way Sub-Zero‘s nemesis would after getting his ass served with Fatality.

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