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2004-05-05 You can traverse this town by bicycle in any criss-cross manner you like if you don't mind forcing air into your lungs hard. But still, living in the hills. In every direction you look there is a steep green ridge. Like looking up from the bottom of a crater. Everyday i check job listings. Apply to a few if any. Keep tabs on the answering machine. Waiting. I don't think I've ever had to wait, sometimes. I go today to speak to someone about volunteering; maybe doing some research and telephone answering. Rue keeps saying how one needs to just strike it out on their own. You have your own two feet to steady you. I think he's right. |