Tuesday, Jul. 31, 2007 - 1:47 p.m.

Fuck me.

Do not offer to do jobs for friends that live more than two hours away. He says he would be happy to meet one morning and discuss the options. God damn that is a long way to go to do the little bit of work that I have the supplies to to do.

And I fucking hate basset hounds.

And having a hangover for the first time in forever.

What I did like was going back in time reading things from guestbook. I guess we all got kind of bored with writing. Except you Ang.

I am on my second week without working and i am so tempted to say fuck all and take the job running Yellow Jacket. It is supposedly part time so I could keep doing carpentry in the summer. I might even have enough money to try my hand at furniture again.

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