01.31.05

Got to work this morning, lights on, machines on, all the regular stuff. The phone rang.

My Mangler is sick. Could I work for a couple of extra hours? Please? Please? Hell, why not. It's a little more to add to the kitty. And every bit I add helps with the getting out of where I am--and that, mes amis--is a wonderful thing.

I've messed around with designing a business card. I'm thinking something fabulous for the belly dancing. It's about damn time, neh?

There's still some leftover loopiness from the whacked out sleep patterns of this past weekend. Everything seems weird and unreal--rush hour, doubly so.

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