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So, anyway....

After I wrote the last entry, I walked down to my local eco-yuppie grocery store and got some fresh Steelhead and two full-spectrum light bulbs. I put one in the small lamp in the living room and one in my office where I spend so much time. Then I went and started dinner and sat on the couch for a bit and read. It could be entirely psychosomatic but I think the stupid light bulbs make me feel cheerier.

It is true that I was writing stilted and pretentious crap but I think I can fix it. If you haven't guessed (and you probably haven't), I'm working on my college essays. It's unrelenting torture. Today will mark something like the eighth draft.

And the pity is still there but I did just get an email from some guy from whom I have been trying to get a contract. I'm trying not to get my hopes up since this little contract could save Christmas but I haven't had luck with this outfit before. I really need a break right about now. Things slowed down and I was grateful as I needed to study for the GRE and get my applications together but now I've taken the test and I'm happy with my score and now I need work. Broken record, wub, wub, wub.

10:12 AM link

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Today

I am writing stilted, pretentious crap.

I am worrying myself blind over money.

I am drowning in a puddle of self-indulgent pity over failed proposals, contracts and possibilities.

Just wanted to note those things. Carry on.



4:08 PM link

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