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holly_evolvingGet up. Go to work. Handle internet stuff, most of which is good. Get upset over the one thing that isn't. Write PR stuff. Drive home (Route 21 is twisted and slalom-y and fun north of Newark). Nap. Shower. Go see friends at D&D. Hang with Craig for a few hours. Go to bed way too late. Repeat.
Except for that one thing, everything is good. Job frustrations pale when I remember how little I used to make. It's like a railroad spike sticking out of a big comfy bed. Everything's fine till I roll over it, and then I get all confused for a while till I can get back to being comfortable somewhere else.
There's always got to be something, huh?
Except for that one thing, everything is good. Job frustrations pale when I remember how little I used to make. It's like a railroad spike sticking out of a big comfy bed. Everything's fine till I roll over it, and then I get all confused for a while till I can get back to being comfortable somewhere else.
There's always got to be something, huh?
