How are things with me? Not bad! I mean, the island that appeared on the lake does seem to be moving closer, closer each day, a dark form taking shape in the mist. But work's good and I'm feeling OK except when I find myself gazing at that accursed island, drawing ever nearer. How are you?
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Mustn't grumble.
They send me to the happy place if I grumble.
Mustn't grumble Mustn't grumble Mustn't grumble Mustn't grumble mustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumblemustn'tgrumbleMUSTN'TGRUMBLEMUSTN'TGRUMBLEMUSTN'TGRUMBLEMUS
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I woke up feeling like a new man, fully refreshed and ready to do my job, whatever it is, the computer hasn't told me everything yet. I've just dumped that heavy, zippy black bag on the pile of hundreds of others and laid out a new one for later. Can't wait to get to productive work.
YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE BODIES IN THE WATER
Hoping they don't find me.
*Calls out from those haunted shores*:
My mum died suddenly last weekend, so I'm pretty bummed right now. Work's being understanding about it, and my friends and family are all very supportive, but I'm still devastated, so...