Having shit I can't talk about sucks. Especially when the subject matter I can't talk about sucks. It all sucks, and not in a pleasant way at all. More in an industrial vaccuum way that pulls on and brutalizes the mind and heart as it strives to suck you into a tiny singularity.
Several more hours till I get my part in the suck over with. Then who knows how long till I discover what it all boils down to.
Damn, my keyboard needs cleaning.
So does my uniform.
And my mind.