Jan 26, 2009 17:01
the children fly past me like a summer thunderstorm. the intensity slows, like the last driblets of water.
i have off today.
i have off, only to think of how job offerings and possibilities are lingering. everyone seems to be looking. we all seem to be applying.
so far, i have somewhat mastered my resume.
i hope for the best.
i do, do do do do wish to be in ashland, or this fall.