Monday, August 29, 2005

Outside The Box

So my tension has shifted to a new place. This morning a young woman named Monique applied to take over my current apartment so that’s less for me to think about. And the job situation is looking promising with three job offers in front of me. So now, I’m in moving mode. My place is a wreck and in desperate need of being put in boxes. It’s all about the boxes. Of course I need boxes. I have no boxes. Where can I get boxes?

PS--At my coffeehouse today, I saw Mary-Louise Parker. I didn't approach her mainly because I was on the phone and also I had a small brain aneurysm.


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