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[ellasynda]

I'm going to apply for security at Johns Hopkins again and try to remember to talk about my brother as much as possible 'cause they loved him there and if they mention Sydinkqua I have to say something about myself being more reliable than she is. I think Zell, my sister in law, has a pretty good record there too and since they all still work at Johns Hopkins in some capacity it'll be rather easy for them to vouch for me. Dink is a tech, Zell is a nurse and Tiloy is now a respatory theripist though they all started in security; I hope I'm not expected to aim for such heights. I'd much rather be doing an internship at the Walter's art gallery--or museum--but I need money and I'm lazy about putting up pictures of the jewlry I made and the kind of embroidery I can do. I can put those pictures up tomarrow though because I figured out why my camera wasn't working and the stained floor downstairs should be dry. My brother-in-law, Tonya's husband Brian, is starting his own business and he claims he needs a secretary, but I'm not sure I trust him 'cause he's kinda flacky like her. Anyhow, my application for the main library isn't hopeless, but I won't know anything for another week. At least they sent word that they got the resume that I mailed and e-mailed them. I'm so thorough. My head's not pounding anymore, but my stomach hurts a bit and I wish I would stop having such wierd dreams even if I am breathing in too many fumes of the polyeurothane.

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