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I've been at work too long. Granted I've got about an hour to go, but my brain is about totally fried. I've noticed I start staring off and I really don't know how long I do it for, but usually Laura, my office mate, brings me back to reality. Today I've created a sea of green Pendaflex files, manila folders, those little clear tabs that you label the Pendaflex folders with, and photos EVERYWHERE. Its all a part of my job securiity plan. Mess everything up so I'm the only one that knows whats going on. Even though (this is coming to me right now) I complain about my job. It's not so much that I hate what I'm doing, I just hate that it's the only thing I have to do. I like being able to do Class Notes for an hour. Work on photos for an hour. File for a little bit. Do some scanning. Then a set of Bulleting labels. Then work on a newspaper. Then repeat the whole process. Maybe if I can collect seven tasks, I could work on each task twice for a half hour hour. I just like variety. I don't know. Today is such a beautiful day I wish I could go to the beach. I think I'll clean out my car instead. Man does it need it. I think theres something rotting in there, it's smelling funny in there. And I can barely see out the windshield. My mom bought me the Shark (mini vac) for my room, I bet it would work really good in my car. I'll clean out my trunk too. Every since I got that flat tire, it's been kinda a mess. I'll get some air fresheners. Maybe I'll wash the Blue Bullet too. She could use it. Ug, then my dad's gonna be like, "why don't you wash the truck?" He's so smart. My dad's gonna be fifty tomorrow. He doesn't seem that old. I'll be he doesn't feel that old. I sure don't feel twenty. I'm sitting here at my job as a college student, wondering if I'm pregnant, thinking 'where did all the time go?'. Jesus, life is wierd. This is gonna sound dumb, but you never think twice about just going forward. You just make your decisions, and stick with them. I'm here right now as a result of all the decisions I've made, and most of the time, I didn't even realize I was making one. And you just kinda take for granted that it'll work out. Mike is dying to read my brain. later
Jes
Jes