the old-school guestbook archives
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spring, sprung, sproing ~ February 12, 2002 - 10:49 p.m. I almost don't want to write another entry, since I was so happy yesterday. but I do try to write in this thing every day I get the chance. it's a discipline of sorts. it's not that today's a bad day or anything, just that I'm feeling pretty fried. I've been messing around with coffee, which I've been off for about six months, and it's got me good and wired right now. tweaky. combine that with hours spent staring at the computer, editing the writing sample for my residency application, and it's a recipe for fun. oh yeah. at least I finally got the writing sample in some kind of finished shape. now I've just got to put together a resume (a process I absolutely despise), and come up with the names, phone numbers, and addresses of three references. please. I don't want a job. I just want to go to vermont and write for a month. anyway. it's been so nice out that all the flowers think it's spring. and people keep flirting with me. which confused me, until I remembered, oh yeah, I'm back in santa cruz. in san jose, nobody even looks at anyone else. here, you can easily get into a half-dozen conversations just walking down the street. which I do. because we all know-- I can walk to everywhere from my new house. although I think I've permanently damaged my neck from dragging my laptop all over town. time to start doing yoga again.
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