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MONDAY:

Take timesheet to crappy temp pimp agency so I can get money on Friday.

Go to crappy yet friendly one-day temp gig. Finish shopping during lunch and earn a new level of hatred for humanity at savagely crowded Hallmark shop.

Come home. Call mom and The Neen to finalize plans.

Have a minor panic attack.

Brussels sprouts for dinner?

TUESDAY:

Plane to Indiana. Dreary Indiana. Dreary, sad Indiana. Dreary, sad, gross...okay, will stop with the Indiana bashing. Hope airport security doesn't ruin gifts for family.

WEDNESDAY:

Christmas with Mom in the Land That Time Forgot. After breakfast, hit the road for lunch with Grandma at her home at The Valley Of The Land That Time Forgot.

THURSDAY:

Figure out how to get holiday booty home. And figure out how to get my presents home. Get on plane, go back to apartment. Allow for prolonged weeping-in-shower moment. Sleep. Frozen stir-fry for dinner?

FRIDAY:

Wake up at ungodly early hour. Get check from temp pimps. Deposit/cash check. Hike ass to airport. Fly to California. Spend six days with Neener doing things that must cost no money, in the middle of nowhere. Look forward to basking in said Neener's blinding fabulousness. And his perpetually overstocked bar. Pack vitamins and aspirin.

NEXT THURSDAY:

Return home, thoroughly bedraggled and more penniless than ever, yet somehow okay with world. Figure out whole "paying rent" thing. Contemplate freaking out over lack of job. Or contemplate hope of new year, blank slate, 365 more chances.




2003-10-14 - Last Haiku
2003-10-09 - Don't Cry Out Loud
2003-10-09 - Sit Down, You're Making Me Nervous
2003-10-08 - I'm Sure Miss Thing, I'm Sure
2003-10-07 - Carbonated Water, Caramel Color, Aspartame

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