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Good afternoon, internet!
Yesterday I was sick. Today I am still not feeling great, but my fever is minimal. Yesterday I wrote a fic. Today I wrote a cover letter. Yesterday I said good bye to chiasmus. Today I am going to Rifftrax with metonymy.
(I thought if I slipped that cover letter thing in there, it would be suave and chill. I'm not getting my hopes up, but my fingers are crossed, if that makes any sense. I'd appreciate any good vibes you have to spare, though I understand that shit is tough all over and I'm not the only one on the lookout for a change in employment.)
Mostly now I am just twitchy and trying to put it out of my mind. Doug is back from his vacation and he brought me a cute hand-blown glass bottle in TARDIS blue! Tonight is Rifftrax, and Bill Corbett, Kevin Murphy, and Mike Nelson are the sarcastic balm that soothes what's left of my tattered soul. I have five new comics waiting for me. Tomorrow is Friday. In two weeks, I will be on the ground in Atlanta, ready for con. Everything's going to be okay. Probably. Hopefully. I think.
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Yesterday I was sick. Today I am still not feeling great, but my fever is minimal. Yesterday I wrote a fic. Today I wrote a cover letter. Yesterday I said good bye to chiasmus. Today I am going to Rifftrax with metonymy.
(I thought if I slipped that cover letter thing in there, it would be suave and chill. I'm not getting my hopes up, but my fingers are crossed, if that makes any sense. I'd appreciate any good vibes you have to spare, though I understand that shit is tough all over and I'm not the only one on the lookout for a change in employment.)
Mostly now I am just twitchy and trying to put it out of my mind. Doug is back from his vacation and he brought me a cute hand-blown glass bottle in TARDIS blue! Tonight is Rifftrax, and Bill Corbett, Kevin Murphy, and Mike Nelson are the sarcastic balm that soothes what's left of my tattered soul. I have five new comics waiting for me. Tomorrow is Friday. In two weeks, I will be on the ground in Atlanta, ready for con. Everything's going to be okay. Probably. Hopefully. I think.
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How are you today, internet? Would you like a postcard? Comments are screened. I'll unscreen the ones without, you know, personal information in them.