I'm listening to Spoon. At work. Drinking pretty gross tea. It's pomegranate green tea, whose flavor perhaps does not lend itself to deliciousness when served cold or lukewarm. I need a spoon to eat yogurt.
It will cost $300 to repair the brakes I'm driving to Chicago on. It's the rear brakes, don't worry.
Theresa gave me really awesome art paper. Perhaps I will paint my resume on it with watercolor paints.
I think I'll miss Kalamazoo when I go. nay, I know. I like the option of walking places. Woodward Avenue Brewery, meet your newest regular.
I still don't have a job lined up.
My dreams are haunted with open roads. Alton, Memphis, Philadelphia, DC, Truth or Consequences, Yuma, Joshua Tree.
I STILL don't have a job lined up.
The amount of patience I have for the people who come in to work is directly proportionate to the amount of time I have in Kalamazoo.I'm reluctant to leave.
I don't think I'm as fat as I was. Smoking: the one thing I can do right.
Apologies for the personal pronoun abuse.
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