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mmerriamSpent the morning out pounding the pavement, trying to find part-time employment. Had three good possibilities, all within a mile for the house, for positions as a sales broker, bank teller, and storage clerk. I also applied for a full-time position as a less-than-load and small package traffic manager for a major company. I really only want part-time, but the salary and benefits of this one are simply too enticing to pass up, and I am utterly qualified for the position.
Received my final exam for my short story class. Care to guess what I'll be doing on Monday?
Started preparing for gaming this weekend. I'm stating to get the feel for this setting and my players. It's time to ramp it up a notch or two.
The Reverend Selena remains the fuzziest of the fuzzy, and her bald patches are starting to grow back now that the move and all the attendant chaos it caused are over. However, she's still one of the least graceful cats I've ever met. She attempted the small leap from the table to the window sill, something I've seen her do at least a half-dozen times, and she missed.
Instead she hung by her front claws on the sill for a moment, and then dropped down to the carpet. She gave me that, "I meant to do that" look, then walked away, tail high and swishing. Right now she's repeatedly stalking and killing one of the yarn-mice. Pounce, chew, claw, fling, pounce chew, claw, fling...
Received my final exam for my short story class. Care to guess what I'll be doing on Monday?
Started preparing for gaming this weekend. I'm stating to get the feel for this setting and my players. It's time to ramp it up a notch or two.
The Reverend Selena remains the fuzziest of the fuzzy, and her bald patches are starting to grow back now that the move and all the attendant chaos it caused are over. However, she's still one of the least graceful cats I've ever met. She attempted the small leap from the table to the window sill, something I've seen her do at least a half-dozen times, and she missed.
Instead she hung by her front claws on the sill for a moment, and then dropped down to the carpet. She gave me that, "I meant to do that" look, then walked away, tail high and swishing. Right now she's repeatedly stalking and killing one of the yarn-mice. Pounce, chew, claw, fling, pounce chew, claw, fling...
