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Don’t you hate it when a ghostly talking ostrich gets all up in your face and mocks your work ethic? Makes light of your responsibilities and obligations and compromises necessitated by bills needing to be paid, and such? Some nights are just like that, though. Some nights you’re trucking along, straight getting paid. Other nights, you’re catching a lecture on the illimitable dream unfolding before you in every moment, and how you’re pretty much just missing the boat. Well, take heart. We’ve all been there. That’s why I decided to draw this. Print it out, put it on your wall. Observe your existential struggle depicted with millions of tiny hatchmarks.