August 27th, 2001

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i'm trying to pack, really. but i'm tired, and don't much feel like it, so i was going to compromise by listening to mp3s (all 8 of them) and sorting out the crap on my desk, which needs to get done. i got distracted by starting to read someone's LJ from the beginning. obviously, this packing stragedy is not going to work. =]
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oh, Ari, i was wrong. i did have something in the house to cut the rum with - hot tea. it's not as horrible as you'd think. =]

a lot of things are fucked up right now, and things just got a lot more fucked up, possibly. don't ask. however, on the heels of finding that out, Alison remembers that there was voice mail for me. another headhunter who'd hit my resume on monster today and wanted to talk to me, which makes two in one day, which is like, 200% more response than i've gotten in weeks. woot.