Yesterday, Chuck from Hurricane called and said no one is leaving and no one has died, so I need to get those other apps finished and out the door. Staying here is not doing me any good.
I’ve gone beyond hope, and its bordering on fatalistic acceptance, and I’m not sure I like that feeling. I want my things unpacked and around me again. I want my books and my dishes. I want to cook again. :o[
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Good morning. The Offspring are slow today.
Well, if it helps anything, I met Mrs. ArGee when I decided I wasn’t going to meet anyone special and should stop looking.