novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- snippet What If I went to a job interview and explained, very plainly, that I am looking for full-time work because I need to have the majority of my day taken up by time I won't be responsible for? Here I am. Hours cut down to 13 a week. I could be writing, I could be painting more. There are all these things that I could be doing, and they're piling up and overwhelming me with their ghostal neediness. I take lots of walks. There are books being read, laundry washed and handwashed hung in the backyard to dry, letters written in smoky bars. Houses cleaned and television watched. Cakes baked. Brownies baked. Jobs searched for. Few jobs applied to, really, that overwhelming ghost should be shoved to the front and made corporeal. It is amazing to realize that you can paralyze yourself without even meaning to. There are cupcakes in the oven. I should go make my bed. 12:11 am - 04.03.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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