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I am almost done working at the haunted house. Tonight will be my last official working night. I have hardly been able to keep myself together. I keep forgetting how much this tires me out. It's been basically sleep and eat and work the last week or two, even though I scheduled three days off.
So, here is what else is going on: I need to write and fax/email a resume and cover letter for PBA (Public Broadcasting Atlanta) because they are looking for an administrative assistant. This needs to be done by 7 a.m.
I need to get to Rome to purchase my auto tags. I don't know how much the ad valorem is. I didn't want a car; it's a white elephant. This also needs to be done tomorrow.
Mark is intent on moving to this apartment and wants me to help him. I didn't want him to move. I don't like him moving. But most of all I don't like feeling like we've just broken up again. I don't like the fact that every time I think I have a commitment to him I'm pushed back to secondary status. I don't like looking for a stable relationship. I don't like looking for a relationship that will give me what Mark won't, knowing that Mark will screw it up, by insisting that it doesn't fit in with his plans, or simply by existing.
I don't like trying to look for a job and a home and a life and being crippled by heartbreak instead.
Apparently further assistance is available for FEMA for "rent assistance" if I'll go and apply for it. My mother wants me to do this thing. And, having done nothing productive all month again, I feel like I probably would.
Then there's next weekend: First, my mother's birthday is on Nov. 4. Then there's the "Sexy Hallowe'en Party" that I want to go to on the 5th. Although I don't know what to wear. And the cast party the day after for the Netherfreaks.
So, here is what else is going on: I need to write and fax/email a resume and cover letter for PBA (Public Broadcasting Atlanta) because they are looking for an administrative assistant. This needs to be done by 7 a.m.
I need to get to Rome to purchase my auto tags. I don't know how much the ad valorem is. I didn't want a car; it's a white elephant. This also needs to be done tomorrow.
Mark is intent on moving to this apartment and wants me to help him. I didn't want him to move. I don't like him moving. But most of all I don't like feeling like we've just broken up again. I don't like the fact that every time I think I have a commitment to him I'm pushed back to secondary status. I don't like looking for a stable relationship. I don't like looking for a relationship that will give me what Mark won't, knowing that Mark will screw it up, by insisting that it doesn't fit in with his plans, or simply by existing.
I don't like trying to look for a job and a home and a life and being crippled by heartbreak instead.
Apparently further assistance is available for FEMA for "rent assistance" if I'll go and apply for it. My mother wants me to do this thing. And, having done nothing productive all month again, I feel like I probably would.
Then there's next weekend: First, my mother's birthday is on Nov. 4. Then there's the "Sexy Hallowe'en Party" that I want to go to on the 5th. Although I don't know what to wear. And the cast party the day after for the Netherfreaks.
