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Life is good for the first time in...quite a while.

Malick got a grad assistantship doing website things, so now some bills--and his out-fucking-rageous tuition--are covered. You just don't know, people, how happily we received this news. 8K/semester, um, smarts. I'm so proud of/smitten by his strange alien left-brained brilliance ( Read more... )

Fuck. Before it gets slurred together in my head. For the time being, I'm not naming names ( Read more... )

It happened today. Swiftly, gracefully, without reason or even enough time or air for the crying. I smelled the rot in Denmark and knew it was coming for me but I still don't know why. And far ahead as I knew it, amid the weeks of praise and congratulations and thanks for such a good job and for carrying all this weight all alone even after the ( Read more... )

They've decided to can me. I believe they're going to wait until Tuesday to give me this information. Therefore, I'll be pulling an all nighter to finish up this project (off the clock of course) because that's the sweet kind of girl I am so that I can go in Tuesday morning and be hermiliated. And I'll be job hunting over the weekend; any and ( Read more... )

Claire took me for a long walk behind where we live and the trees lean forward over the edge of their yards to weep into the road. We saw dog heads bobbing up and down over wooden fences in everyone's back yard. The houses are smallish and just a bit odd shaped and with so many windows and everything smelling green and woody and hardly any cars, ( Read more... )

Ill-mooded again today, as is the usual order of things. I've been neglecting getting around to buying frontline again, and had to pull a tick off of Claire today and she bled and bled and licked my hand while I was tearing a chunk out of her skin but she never yelped and she tried to hold still and I torched that fucker for hurting my baby. At ( Read more... )

Too many shelves to fill, too many bills to pay and file, curtains to pick, too many contracts to negotiate, too much quinapril-this and glucophage-that and labwork goes from the bottom up, too many days of spending the same hours in the same place. Too much paper and cardboard and carbon copies and not enough light. Not enough empty space. A ( Read more... )

Aye, ye gods and spritely sprites! Doth ye really thinke that this is the time to be lurkin' about me bedside showin' thine noxious and baleful picture shows against me wishes to sleepe peacefully ( Read more... )

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