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Sometimes I Think...

I really don't have a lot to talk about, but I have all kinds of time, and I figured, you know, I'm kind of on a roll.
Filled out all of my new hire paperwork for [BCH] today. Hopefully they will get everything done ASAP so I can start and get some money. Money, oh how badly I need you. Do you ever wish we could just live in a barter system again? I assist the surgeon with removing your appendix, you give me food. Simple.
Anyway, I am so very, very, very, ve-he-hery happy that I got this job, and as nice as it will be, I will still have to work a second job to pay for all of the other things in my life. Mostly school and I need to figure out a new transportation system--although, (yay) I can totally walk to work now! So that will save about an ounce of gas a day and get me some exercise. Woohoo. I probably only need another $600 a month, which I could do easily if I could just find a job that would pay me $8 to $10 an hour and let me only work Tue-Thurs. (If I don't work Monday mornings then I can stay up late on Sundays and watch all my favorite shows. Yay.) Of course, the trick is finding a job that will let me work those hours. Well see how that goes.
I've done it before...I can do it again.
I'm really hoping for retail, too. Something easy that isn't terribly cerebral so I can spend all my extra brain energy on surgery. And, even better would be some place that I can walk to. Like, you know, that shopping center across the street from my new hospital. That would be super fantastic. I'm gonna need a lot of luck to pull that one off, though.

So, in other news, the pollen in the city is going to kill me before I can do anything. As I got into my car today, I noticed a nice, thick film of it on my hood and windshield--which barely came clean. So my allergies are ramped up and my trachea is all kinds of gunky, which means just sitting around makes me weezey. Luckily, I've lived life with a moderate weeze before, but DAMN is it annoying. I just want to breathe okay.
Anyway, it's not so bad but it is worrisome. Then again, everything in my life can be catagorized as "worrisome," so I am not sure how much weight that carries. I think the whole point of this story is, I really hate this state. I really want to live someplace less polleny. And someplace that isn't in the eighties one day and the next in the forties and raining. I mean, pick a side, State! Because all this fluxuation kills.

So, this was the most profound entry ever.
You're welcome.

Hey, look! Cyanide and Happiness makes every lame blog entry better!


Hehehe.

But then I Think: "Better Not."

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