Stupid stupid stupid rotating student (that's not coming into lab until like 4 every day) keeps stealing my timer. MY TIMER! The one that has my name on it and sits on my desk. It bothers me when it's not where it belongs. Sure, it's a little OCD, but I WANT IT THERE! And every once in a while (like NOW) I need it. And it's nowhere to be found. I want to kick him in his face. But not with the shoes I'm wearing. With my heavy hard shoes. It's been a long week...
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