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Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?
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Mood:
Tired

So everybody's in The Industry, it seems. My friends, my boss...they're making their Hollywood dreams come true (finally). This is a Good Thing (tm)...and that's pretty much all I feel about it. Never really wanted to be in pictures, myself; at least, not as a serious thing, but it's always cool when a fish actually manages to make it to the spawning ground.

On the darker side, this means we're going to need a new boss at the store. This will *not* be good. I'm going to have to develop an entirely new rapport, going to have to reconvince whoever this person is why I get the days off that I do, etc, etc. Still, it'll be more incentive for me not to actually *stay* at this job and that's also good. So, we'll see.

I don't know...I think it's time to start playing the lottery regularly.



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