s**t, what now? I paced the room back and forth as my mind worked. I felt like a trapped animal, a caged beast. I've been on pins and needles all day, ever since I got the call about Mandy and her trifling ass. It was more than the fact that Mandy had been released from the hospital though. There was something else bothering me.
I'd had to leave before things were settled, which always left me feeling on edge for days. I never trust anyone else to take care of s**t, not when I know I can handle it better if I do it myself.
I went back to the desk trying to get my mind off of s**t with work. Maybe if I finish up here quicker, the sooner I can get back there. It didn't help that I wasn't too jazzed about the project I was working on. What the f**k is the government up to now?
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