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so i'm up, and off to a light hang. i got info on a job in michigan yesterday, and they seem like really nice people - I would love to work there, *if* I can design their children's show. I'm not going to do it if I can't, i don't think. I have come to the realization that I need, really, a design job this summer. and so, that's what I am trying to find for after st louis. wish me luck, all. :)
off to go climb to crazy heights and hang some lights.. what, me? afraid of heights? not for long, i don't think. the more I do it, the better i'll feel, right? it's therapy, i keep telling myself.

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i went to light hang, and pat didn't show up until after 11. i was *miffed*. but, he's not in the dog house too much, as he put it. and i learned more stuff, which was great.

not great stuff - being covered by fiberglass. am i allergic? of course! still itching, have washed my arms/hands three times. about to jump in the shower.
straining a muscle.. the one connected to my right arm/shoulder area, across my chest (josh would know.)

then i went to the costume shop at lunch, and worked for about an hour. pulled rehearsal corsets, which i was supposed to do tues, and kept forgetting, pulled some stuff for fittings,and made a list, so i know what needs to be done. found some patterns. i should be in good shape for monday or tues, if i don't go in on monday.

happily, i had spaghetti still in the fridge, so i got to have lunch, and it was free. i didn't have enough money on me to get stuff from the vending machine.

so yes, i am home. need to do some burqa/burka (?) research, and see if i can figure out how they are made, need to find theblack fabric i have here, etc etc..

d: is full, mostly of music, so i'm also burning cds of mps and such. i also plan on burning some mix cds, because currently, i'm tired of the music i have. i also have promised other people some stuff, so we'll see where that goes.

i am *tired*. and next time, i need to bring one of those gardening pads, so my knees don't hit the metal floor so many times. ugh.

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so, I just called the manager of publix, and i wound up crying on the phone.

hormonal, much? eep.

and when i left, i felt like a six year relationship was over. i was *so* disappointed in them.

since when is grocery shopping a relationship? again, eep, i say. I'm not normally like this, i swear.