plops of brain

I've never really appreciated the importance of keeping any form of journal in keeping track of specific events in my life. But after this last hellish weekend I realized how important it is to document as much as reasonably possible beyond work.
Never before have I seen such good friends turn on eachother so fast due to individual egotism and incompetence.

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