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So I've got my polygraph in a month...talk about nerve-wracking.
This job's the opportunity of a lifetime...I can afford a nice car, a nice house, and provide for my loved ones.
In other news, just a month to go. I can already feel those all-too-familiar bands of sorrow and regret tightening about my chest, that comes with every passing year. I need to start work on her letter...even if she can't read them, it gives me some sort of relief knowing that perhaps she can hear my thoughts.
December is such a shitty month.
Oh, and since I've been ranting monologues to myself at work, I've decided to sit down and write a play, since I highly doubt I'll be doing anything besides maille, leatherworking, and colour-scheming (ooh, new verb...) my tattoo this winter. I haven't written anything in ages, but I might do a play loosely based on a song by Iced Earth, "Dracula." Basic premise would be of a God-fearing lord to lose his wife, and slowly lose his sanity. Kind of a cross between "the play" and that song. That'll be badass when I get the mental kinks worked out and start putting it into words.
Good luck to you with your thoughts, Lynne. I hope you find all that you look for...
This job's the opportunity of a lifetime...I can afford a nice car, a nice house, and provide for my loved ones.
In other news, just a month to go. I can already feel those all-too-familiar bands of sorrow and regret tightening about my chest, that comes with every passing year. I need to start work on her letter...even if she can't read them, it gives me some sort of relief knowing that perhaps she can hear my thoughts.
December is such a shitty month.
Oh, and since I've been ranting monologues to myself at work, I've decided to sit down and write a play, since I highly doubt I'll be doing anything besides maille, leatherworking, and colour-scheming (ooh, new verb...) my tattoo this winter. I haven't written anything in ages, but I might do a play loosely based on a song by Iced Earth, "Dracula." Basic premise would be of a God-fearing lord to lose his wife, and slowly lose his sanity. Kind of a cross between "the play" and that song. That'll be badass when I get the mental kinks worked out and start putting it into words.
Good luck to you with your thoughts, Lynne. I hope you find all that you look for...