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+title: 'Days I Wish I Were Anonymous'
+date: '2006-11-12T13:05:01-05:00'
+permalink: /days-i-wish-i-were-anonymous/
+tags:
+    - grousing
+    - life
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+The thing that has taken up the vast majority of my time this semester — and something on the order of 95% of my emotional energy — is something I absolutely, positively cannot write about. Not even in allegorized form. And it’s less of an exaggeration than I’d like to think to suggest that this unmentionable thing is killing me: I’m developing an ulcer, I’ve only gotten a few decent nights’ sleep in the last few weeks, and my stupid floppy mitral valve has been producing intermittent chest pain. All stress-induced, of course, and precisely the kind of thing that it usually helps to vent about.
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+But I can’t, not this time. Instead, I cut my hair, bought good [ass-kicking boots](http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/13271985/c/585.html), and am counting the days until I can get the hell out of here.
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+This is not how I want to feel about my job. And this is certainly not how I want to feel about my life.
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