[scene: a jungle, mist rising off the ground creating a fog. The light is gray, the weather is damp.]

Morning. Again.

[ shifts rifle to the side, where she is crouching in the shadows]

I'm waiting for Veciny. Godot, and a million dollars. Instead they send me Friday.

[ Bird chirps. Scene Fades.]

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So.

Its really fucking early. I'm not going to journal too long, because I have to keep moving this morning, but suffice to say that it's 9th week. (*insert screams here)

On an up note I've been "pre-approved" to take time off (or at least re-arrange my schedule) to do an internship next quarter. I dropped my resume off to the art_dir last night.

I'm also pleased to see that guru finally got around to his journal. I hadn't realized I had developed such a "philosphy"? concerning what I want to record here, but in our discussions about his, I found out that I'm putting things in here like:

• mirky issues (emotional or otherwise) that are actually irksome.


• creative process/notes on my work


• the non-small talk answer to the question "How'zit gon'?"

I'm trying to record only the internal monologue, *not* the internal karmic wheel that plays its issues over and over with no hope of salavation. Why hear them twice? If an interesting one comes up, I will let it off the wheel and you can listen to it before it has to go back to its damnation.

It will be fun.

Batz.