really. it just keeps raining. it hasn't stopped in days. i can't decide if i like it or not. tomorrow, i will drive in that rain to a job interview at a paper store. i would like to work there. i want to work somewhere pretty where i won't get dirty. i have to go to bed. more tomorrow....
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
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Oh good, you're alive. Mom is convinced you are one of the people they are trying to dig out of the mudslides.
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