Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Hurry Up and Wait.

I'm still waiting to hear about my apartment. I don't know why. I think they have all the information that they need. I personally went to Barnes & Noble, got the form they were to fill out from them and sent it along last night. They've gotten my check.

Now I just need to hear.

I'm sure everything's fine. I'm sure everything's fine.

To concentrate on other things a moment, my Friendster friend Lance says that I should abandon my blog because journals should be private and all I write is smut. (I don't know if he was joking. I'm guessing he was, but maybe only halfway joking.)

His comments were a far cry from anyone's telling me that I'm publishable.

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