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My Mind: A Vacation

I've gone somewhere, and I'm not sure how to return. I know I will, so I won't force anything. But still, it kinda sucks. I'm still fighting with my computer. I said if I got this job, I would buy a new one. But that's a few months off.

I will hate to tell them that I have to have this serviced for a few hundred dollars. I would just have to suffer if that's the case. I'm using it now, but it still makes that stupid sound and this is after I reinstalled the OS.

The great picture of Sarah Harmer is gone from the desktop and I can't access any of my applications. But Internet Explorer was there for me. Thank God. In a way it's sad, my need to be connected. But in a way, it's me right now. I really need to go Fresh Directing soon. I haven't in a couple of months. Stupid. I don't even use the kitchen anymore, except for the coffee. One thing I'll miss is the pots of them at night. Oh well. The things we'll sacrifice for a paycheck.

I'm getting more and more excited about my new gig. I was on AIM this afternoon after I rolled out of bed and one of the writers pinged me. That was nice. He said the writers are looking forward to having a copy editor. They've never had a dedicated one, so I'm looking forward to it.

I'm a little nervous, because of the number of hits the site gets each day. But I think the challenge will be good for me. As if Hegel wasn't enough. So a vacation. A friend of mine is going to St. Bart's soon. She's hitting California this week. Then I started to think about all of my friends and the places they're going. Kracow, Germany, Puerto Rico.

Then I started to think that I'm not the vacationing kind of a person. I never have been. I would prefer to go see a Broadway matinee and get lost at the Strand, which is what I plan on doing Friday. I'm not sure I have the money for a show anymore, because I bought a couple of it's-time-to-grow-up clothes. Let's hope I look hot for all the girls to look at and then run away. Let me stop.

Ok, Cornelia has arrived for our nightly smoke break.

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