Jan 25, 2007 09:44
I sit in this office borrowed... leant, given to me temporarily and beyond this was a bridge a bridge I had built... but I had made it out of sticks. Now as I turn to walk back across that bridge I find that it is made of sticks and will not my weight take on.
there is a path to the left, it is dark, I have only a small torch and a few weapons that I am just learning to yeild.
The other path is well lit, it is small, homely and not to treacherous.
I know that I must take the darker of the two, but I have never had to take that one before.
I sit in a borrowed job in a borrowed office on a borrowed computer, and the time is disapearing.
Does anyone know anyone at the UW who is hiring?
the fern