Days of not enough words on the page. Not enough cover letter! Not enough resume! Not enough and short and paunchy and morbidly listening to Ze Frank think so i don't have to. I don't have to, but I kept listening to him anyway, chuckling and crying and wishing I were wired to act the way I thought I was s'posed to be. The way they said I'd be when I grew up, which never happened I guess, but it seems my grandfather hasn't either. Hmmmmm....
The cover letter is shaping up, at a glacial pace, and that'll induce amnesial self confidence in my ability to produce. Alone. At a computer. That's connected to Ze Frank's The Show like this one is right now....huh. One sec
21 July 2007
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