Still no luck with loans (or vision)...plus EVERYONE at work are acting like royal dickwads today.
Oh well, donned the black-leather and orange facial apartus, sucked in my "gimp" pride and sent out submissions last night. Bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded, and Dickwad is throwing me a curve.
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But of course, I'm mericfully grateful to have a job none the less.
dear D, yes, the beat goes on, the show must go on. i am wondering what generation are we, apart of the generation of half light. are we a geek generation (well, maybe not all of us, but i feel somewhere at the fringe of it...). hey GOOD LUCK with those damned loans, and lotta luv.
Thanks for your support daniela! You're the best! I had a nuclear emotional meltdown Monday (a healthy eruption vice from time to time)but I feel so much more revived now. IN it's intrinsic fabric writing is such a lonely, solitary profession--which is why blogging's pixie dust--all the crazy dreamers coddling their thoughts into a cyber blanket.
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