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My head kinda hurts.
I'm still looking for work, but the good people of Florida have decided to give me about $1100 a month in unemployment compensation to help me remain non-homeless for the next six months or so. Thank God for the Internet; I don't think I could swallow enough pride to actually go to an unemployment office.
My brother and sister are joining the Army. I cried when I talked to my brother about it. He said, "Listen to you, almost 30 and crying on the phone to me? What's wrong with you?" We've never understood each other. As if crying for missed times and opportunities with your siblings is a bad thing; as if being scared for your brother's future was some sort of grievance. Then he tried to persuade me to join as well.
I got a phone call from a girl with whom I went to high school; she's contacting people for the 10-year reunion to be held this coming May.
Compton called and said he thought I might be dead. I need to talk to him. And E. I miss them. I miss people.
I also miss cigarettes. I stopped smoking back in June, right before I was laid off, and I've gained about 20 pounds since then. My stomach kinda sticks out a little now, and most of my pants don't fit anymore. I want a duMaurier.
I miss.
edit: Oh yeah, I had a dream last night that I was supposed to ride in a helicopter with President Clinton (and others, but I forget whom) from Europe to the US. I was deathly afraid because 1) I'm not really a fan of flying, 2) I've never been in a helicopter, and 3) I am not aware of any helicopter that can make a trans-Atlantic flight.
I'm still looking for work, but the good people of Florida have decided to give me about $1100 a month in unemployment compensation to help me remain non-homeless for the next six months or so. Thank God for the Internet; I don't think I could swallow enough pride to actually go to an unemployment office.
My brother and sister are joining the Army. I cried when I talked to my brother about it. He said, "Listen to you, almost 30 and crying on the phone to me? What's wrong with you?" We've never understood each other. As if crying for missed times and opportunities with your siblings is a bad thing; as if being scared for your brother's future was some sort of grievance. Then he tried to persuade me to join as well.
I got a phone call from a girl with whom I went to high school; she's contacting people for the 10-year reunion to be held this coming May.
Compton called and said he thought I might be dead. I need to talk to him. And E. I miss them. I miss people.
I also miss cigarettes. I stopped smoking back in June, right before I was laid off, and I've gained about 20 pounds since then. My stomach kinda sticks out a little now, and most of my pants don't fit anymore. I want a duMaurier.
I miss.
edit: Oh yeah, I had a dream last night that I was supposed to ride in a helicopter with President Clinton (and others, but I forget whom) from Europe to the US. I was deathly afraid because 1) I'm not really a fan of flying, 2) I've never been in a helicopter, and 3) I am not aware of any helicopter that can make a trans-Atlantic flight.