Fluke.

Due to a weird fluke of the schedule, I have about thirty minutes right now with nothing to do. On Tuesday mornings there is certain stuff I do before I go in to work. Well I am done with that stuff already.

I don’t technically have nothing to do. I actually have a whole page-long list of stuff to do. One of the things I did this morning was make that list, but I don’t have any of the stuff with me that I would need to do the stuff on the list.

So I’m just sitting here. With nothing to do. It’s weird and I don’t like it. I’m going to go write a poem about it, or something.

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