Monday, May 16, 2005|
I'm ill -- ill enough for the General to notice, even. Ill enough to sit as best I could without falling off the chair, being dizzy and all, waiting to interview at Starbucks. I sat there for an hour, overhearing the 17 year-olds answer what they'd do if they were scheduled to work on a day they woke up feeling like they didn't want to, then, when my shirt was drenched with fever sweat, I got up and left. I barely made it to the car before I blacked out. It'll be me and Gabriel Garcia Marquez and all the green tea remaining in the house until I'm better. I'll know I'm better when my thoughts about employment don't have anythiing to do with green mermaids. Got a free drink, though. A little help? [] 1:37:53 PM 
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