February 25th, 2003

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I wasn't sleeping very soundly last night, so when King timothy started scrathing my wicker hampers like he always does at 6am, I just got up. took a nice shower. did some email. searched for a part time job. Im thinking of stopping by Petco. Maybe I can be a cashier, or something. I found some bartending gigs, but since I have no experience, Im not to confident about those. In any event, I need to find some clean socks and get my ass to work.

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feeling rather shakey so I'm having some tea with sugar and no milk. (BREAK WHILE A BOSS CALLS)

I am happy to plod through all the work from yesterday in silence. In a way, it's relaxing. I can just focus on putting paper in the envelope, or samples in the boxes, or hitting send on the email. Plus, Im not at home. Cabin ever direct to my door, blocking it, in fact, all weekend long. The sidewalk seemed almost strange as I trudged to the R train this morning. The cold air was new and refreshing after 3 days of dry, radiator-heated air. I wondered how many of the people I passed in the street tuned into some form of reality TV last night. you know, all that's on nowadays is reality TV, car commericials, cell phone commericals, and the occasional ER/Practice. Hot deal this, drive this home that, free phone, spy on us cause we were celebrities, but now we are, naked, fighting for survival on a small desert island created by Fox in someone's backyard pool.