Ugh. My boss's daughter is here and she and my coworker are in here talking preggo crap. I like them both, I'm just way overloaded. I told y'all, no one was going to stop talking about this, and I hear about it several times every single day. It's not going to stop. Kill me. Or make sure I get knocked up (and stay that way) next week. I need to go home. I need drugs. I need a normal life. I need candy. Or booze. Or a sledgehammer over the head. Ugh.

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