contents and discontents

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July 23,

i really can't complain about work. every day i build with friends, acquire new skills, and enjoy beautiful views.
i can't complain about work, but i can say there's too much of it. why are we living by 19th century factory hours?
the tv says we are free, but many--most?--are working more to pay off insurmountable debts. how fair is that?
let's strike for debt amnesty and a 3-day work week! start talking in the break room. the planet will thank us.
      (today i did my part, farted around like kurt vonnegut. haunted the copier, bank, post office, and donut shop.)