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Feeling...uncomfortable. And, unaccomplished.
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Here's some music: http://thenewmontreal.com/wp-content/uploads/audio/
A lot of it isn't named with the band; there is at least one Buck 65, and one Flaming Lips. -
The Crust In My Eyes Is the Bread On My Plate
Tired. Yes again. Going to take a nap. So tired in fact, that I can't think of anything to complain about.
Complaints:
FTP
typing
not enough time to do things
not doing anything when there is time to do it
money
no work
can't think
There, accomplishment. -
Ah, Push It
Nothing new...still no work...it is hot.
Found some new music:
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No Money To Pay for Amazing Subject
Still looking for work. It's dreadful. There's not much out there, and I knew it was going to be this way. Blah. -
It Could Have Not Been
Well, work is through. Over. Depressing to put in so much effort, and for asses to ruin it.
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Vexing Latitude
*sigh. Life has taken over, and work gets worse. I believe the end of the job is Friday, but the doors may be locked Monday morning (later today). The only boss left has to crawl his way out to scrounge for ideas, and the money that's due for us few that remain. All of this is no good. Why can't I write for a living? And be my own boss?
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I Could Never Hate Another; Love Is Special
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Monday.
Monday? Bugger.
Well, cold weekend. Wind died down, and snow was blown away. This side of the state fared well.
Work sucks, especially when you have to finagle money out of it.
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10,000 Maniacs, 'In My Tribe.' Like it, and buy it. Stupid 'Peace Train' was taken off, thankfully. Cat Stevens is evil ( Read more... )