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...work sucks, I know. Working the closing shift is the worst. You start around dinner time, meaning I'm left snacking in the car on the way there, and you finish well after midnight, meaning you can't go out for drinks. And yes, Pocky and Red Bull have been my dinner for the past two nights.
Late last week Em's cousin had her second kid so we went down to Dandenong Hospital to check him out.
All he does is sleep. And cry.