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govcampbellIt's raining.
I am dry now. I was not previously.
Had to work this morning, in the rain. Not terribly fun.
But enough about that.
I'm now the proud owner of a used lazyboy, which, of course, I will have to fight my fiancee for the right to sit in during football season.
Wedding bands are in, and they're gorgous. I've picked out tuxes for my side of the bridal party. We're doing tails and white gloves. Nice and classy.
My Kingmaker game arrived, I'm very excited about it. Now I just have to teach Sara to play.
Oh yeah...still no job.
Okay, I was worried before, and now, I've moved onto minor panic. Give me another 5 days, and I'll be into full blown panic. It's August. I don't have a job. We're broke. Sara's car has been in the shop for days and we still don't know what's wrong with it. We have wedding expenses yet to cover, and as of September 1, Sara's gotta pay utilities, food and rent.
Oh, and I called to confirm that my application arrived at one of the places advertising for a social studies teacher. The position has been filled.
Trying not to scream. Trying not to scream.
Hoping for a window to open, wishing my blessings didn't always come in disguise.
I am dry now. I was not previously.
Had to work this morning, in the rain. Not terribly fun.
But enough about that.
I'm now the proud owner of a used lazyboy, which, of course, I will have to fight my fiancee for the right to sit in during football season.
Wedding bands are in, and they're gorgous. I've picked out tuxes for my side of the bridal party. We're doing tails and white gloves. Nice and classy.
My Kingmaker game arrived, I'm very excited about it. Now I just have to teach Sara to play.
Oh yeah...still no job.
Okay, I was worried before, and now, I've moved onto minor panic. Give me another 5 days, and I'll be into full blown panic. It's August. I don't have a job. We're broke. Sara's car has been in the shop for days and we still don't know what's wrong with it. We have wedding expenses yet to cover, and as of September 1, Sara's gotta pay utilities, food and rent.
Oh, and I called to confirm that my application arrived at one of the places advertising for a social studies teacher. The position has been filled.
Trying not to scream. Trying not to scream.
Hoping for a window to open, wishing my blessings didn't always come in disguise.
