A Soap for It's Already Frickin' Monday

Ugggggggh.
MONDAY already? Feels like it's been a full century instead of a year since the work week started. I'm pretty sure each of my cells is just slowly shriveling up to the sound of that overbearing wall clock. Plus, Boomquifa in the other cubicle just won't shut up with the gum-smacking and pen-clicking - she thinks she's auditioning for a recording contract or something! If it doesn't end soon, I'm gonna need to bust out another anonymous note about gum mouths and stick it next to all the ones I already wrote.

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