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Six fity-eight, are you sure where my spark is?
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Mood:
So-So



So I'm going to turn in this application to Circus of Books over on Sunset in a little bit, here. I was more excited about it a day or two ago than I am now. As I understand it, there's a *lot* of applications and I've no reason to believe that mine is any better than most. I write poorly, I don't present myself well, and while I have experience, I don't know if that will mean much. A lot of people have experience. So, I'll toss it in, hope for the best, and I guess I'll call them in a few days. Not that I should have to call, IMO; if they want me, they should do the dialing, as opposed to me calling them just to be told to fuck off. I understand the logic behind it, but it still blows, IMO; the person with the power should make the next move.

Gr. I miss the old job with the old boss...

Anyway...right now I'm seeing if I can snag individual songs off of these CD's that I borrowed from Thea. The normal functions of the computer don't seem to help much, but the palpable evil that is the RealOne Player might accomplish something. It certainly seems like it is, considering how long it's taking...


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