Spring back, fall apart
The clocks went forward this weekend but I certainly didn’t. It may be British Summer Time but I’m still trapped in a nuclear winter. Tired of playing whack-a-mole with any optimistic thought that sallies forth, I, moron that I am, sit here waiting patiently for the end-of-quarter surge in business that the voices in my head tell me is most assuredly coming.
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