While my left side becomes frigid because of the air conditioner two inches away, (and my right side is a bit warm in my fuzzy hoodie, go seminary,) I blog.
Well blogging was put on hold because my left side needed to be defrosted so I unplugged and moved to the bed.
BREAKING NEWS BLOG: SHADOW HAS A ROOMMATE.
Just in from the XU campus, Kuhlman Hall 6 West.... someone has moved in with shadow. We already aren't sure what is up with this whole new suitemate thing. She moved all her crap into the bathroom, and then put up a sign with ducttape (how tacky,) that says: "You're mother doesn't live here, clean up after yourself!"
I'm scared.
On with life, I went to my second job interview today, with a Pub called the Dubliner. I think I made every classic mistake in the book, arriving late, under-dressing, admitting that I couldn't carry trays....
He said that I was "high on the list," because I had experience and I could work weekends. Here goes my life, out the window.
That sounded suicidal.
Blank Canvas
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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