Ki,
How are you doing, sweetheart?
I’ve had a good day, and evening, actually. Was on my way to the coffee shop and ran into Beth and Jill who were sitting down having a drink outside of Paragon(?). We talked much about AG; they had gone in and were like, “Where’s Glenn?” Linda at the counter: “Oh, he decided to go off to Paris to be with his wife.” Haha. They couldn’t even get the fucking country right. Beth and Jill were quite mortified. We sat and talked for at least an hour and a half. They bought me a drink. I was like, you guys pick! They got me rum and coke. They both are working at Roanoke Times and were telling me how cool it is. $13 an hour with benefits, and it’s pretty chilled out. Beth’s boyfriend is a big Joss Whedon fan. They want to get together with me and rock some serious Firefly. In a few days I should know more about this Roanoke Times thing. From what they described the shit is right up my alley, and if I can get my foot in the door for an interview, then I think I’ve got it. This would be so beautiful, I think, if it works out. Still, it was so good to talk to them. The least I’ll get out of it is some friends to hang out with.
It’s funny because today I got a voice mail from a guy at UPS. I could have gone in tonight and got the job, but as I was telling you, once I did the math I knew it wasn’t worth it. I decided to let that one go.
I’m feeling so much better at this point. That’s all for now, bun bun.
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