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Advertising causes therapy, therapy!
Advertising causes therapy, therapy!
Advertising's got you on the run...
Right. Randomness over. For now. Briefly. Oh, fuck it all. Advertising causes therapy, admit it. I don't know about you, but I'm due up for another infusion of the precious elixir of life--no, not that silly Sam's Choice cola horseshit. My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain IBM--I am the modern man.
That was a caffeine-induced glimpse into my mind, which seques into my entry...therapy! Therapy!
I woke at 10 today, which was a good thing for once. I actually had time to eat and go online, and call MCLA to find out why they called. But...now they have my money, and I officially have a spot in North Adams. Excellent. Now comes the second part--financial aid. Not looking forward to the ugly FAFSA. Anyway, went to work...and 9 hours later...am home. There is now a slight possibility that I will be working on my off day, Friday. AT&T will be coming and doing some training, so I may be required to be there if I'm called in. Part of me doesn't want to, but...the lure of overtime pay...$12.75 an hour...may appeal to me. I already have over 40 hours this week...not much over, but for all time over 40 hours, I must get overtime pay.
I'm gonna hate summer nights...why? Children can now stay up quite late, which make me very envious. I mean, my little sister, 14 years old, was up till 12:30 tonight. When I was 14, my parents MADE me go to bed by 10:30 at the damn latest. Oh, well...at least they can't stay up till 2, 3 AM...(evil chuckle)
4 days left until the contest. Still taking entries. Go back every entry for the last week to find the links. Sleep now...therapy!
Nighty night, all.
Advertising causes therapy, therapy!
Advertising causes therapy, therapy!
Advertising's got you on the run...
Right. Randomness over. For now. Briefly. Oh, fuck it all. Advertising causes therapy, admit it. I don't know about you, but I'm due up for another infusion of the precious elixir of life--no, not that silly Sam's Choice cola horseshit. My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain IBM--I am the modern man.
That was a caffeine-induced glimpse into my mind, which seques into my entry...therapy! Therapy!
I woke at 10 today, which was a good thing for once. I actually had time to eat and go online, and call MCLA to find out why they called. But...now they have my money, and I officially have a spot in North Adams. Excellent. Now comes the second part--financial aid. Not looking forward to the ugly FAFSA. Anyway, went to work...and 9 hours later...am home. There is now a slight possibility that I will be working on my off day, Friday. AT&T will be coming and doing some training, so I may be required to be there if I'm called in. Part of me doesn't want to, but...the lure of overtime pay...$12.75 an hour...may appeal to me. I already have over 40 hours this week...not much over, but for all time over 40 hours, I must get overtime pay.
I'm gonna hate summer nights...why? Children can now stay up quite late, which make me very envious. I mean, my little sister, 14 years old, was up till 12:30 tonight. When I was 14, my parents MADE me go to bed by 10:30 at the damn latest. Oh, well...at least they can't stay up till 2, 3 AM...(evil chuckle)
4 days left until the contest. Still taking entries. Go back every entry for the last week to find the links. Sleep now...therapy!
Nighty night, all.
