So I guess I have to maintain the notion that there is a deadline. Though I haven't shared this blog with anyone (well Marin, but she doesn't have the link yet...) I still feel compelled. One day I may think this thing is worthwhile, and then start sharing it, and people can look back through the archives and marvel at my consistency. So I worked late this past week and all weekend. Not a whole lot of free time that wasn't spent eating, sleeping, or preparing to do either. Strip up tomorrow for sure, I think it's looking good so I dont wanna rush it.
Also a decent rant to. I have plenty to say about work, girls Los Angeles. The whole she-bang.
It's funny how it seems like blog-writing has its own voice. Maybe just poor, predictable blog writing. But anyway I don't feel like I'm writing in a diary. Some rando blog browser is going to hit the little "next blog" button and land here. And he's gonna feel reeeeeeeal special. Or not give a shit even at all.
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