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odd jobs ~ January 5, 2002 - 11:10 p.m. it wasn't raining today, so we got to ride motorcycles. hooray! I haven't been on the bike in way too long. I get better every time I ride. oh yes, I love to ride. oh yes. my neck is getting better... I'm doing echinacea for the inflammation and valerian for the muscle tension, and it's helping a lot. one herbal I looked at identified muscle cramps as a reluctance to follow the direction that life is taking me. I can buy that. I never wanted to be homeless in the rainy season. we're staying at the house in san jose at the moment, which sucks because it's in san jose, but has the benefit of being a house. and money is running low, but we both have the feeling that something's going to break soon. like there's this stormcloud of potential hanging over us. there's this job possibility that ozone feels good about. and him getting into a job means that we get into a house. of course, I could get a job, but with the kind of money I make, we'd have to save up for months to get a house. so I'm really trying to focus on making this freelance writing idea a reality. that's what I'm hearing from a lot of my writer friends lately. we're good and ready to start making some money from what we do, getting our stuff out there and being heard. and of course, I do this-n-that. I think I'm done with posing for smut pictures, but I pick up weird stuff here and there. I check craigslist a lot for weird job possibilities. craigslist rocks my world-- it's all about community connections. I'm doing a market research focus group on monday in emeryville. only fifty bucks, but that's fifty bucks to the good. I feel like I'm going to hell for it, though, because it's for clove cigarettes. I figure the best thing to do is to give bizarre answers to their questions, take the money and run. maybe it'll throw a tiny monkey wrench into their research ("I like it when my cloves are really dry and bitter...") who knows. I picked a power thought card at the herb room yesterday, and it said "I am open to new avenues of income". halleluia. open, yesiree. come on in.
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