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Fucking birds, fucking humidity, fucking bladder.

Musings about running and sweat, what makes a good shift, and what protein to have for dinner.

About three things I am absolutely positive. 1) I’m starting to hate my job, 2) there’s a part of me – and I don’t know how potent it might be – that wants to burn it all, and 3) I undeniably and unabashedly want cake for breakfast.