Brightened Corners Reveal Cobwebs and Dust

[I woke up at 5:30 this morning obsessing about a phone call I received yesterday afternoon. For once, the ol' waking-up-at-an-ugly-cow-milking-hour thing was about something GOOD and EXCITING...usually, it's about sickening dread.]

[Someone at the agency where I think my fantasy internship is located called to start the process rolling. Never mind where, never mind what, just know that if I could get my left little toenail in this door...oh, never mind. I don't believe in jinxes, that's not why I'm not being more specific. I have learned not to put all my hopes into something that looks ideal from a distance. However, from a distance...yippee!!!!]

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[This came at a great time. It's dying canary time again in the Chief John and Huntington relationship mines. Just in case you had a hankering, California Avenue in downtown Palo Alto isn't an ideal place to have a hideous, humiliating fight with your significant other, even if you are about to see the Human League at the Edge. We're digging our way out, slowly, but this week's end can't come too soon.]

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[Is it being forcibly removed from self-involvement when two online reads bring tears to my eyes? (Is there a way to express that without the first person singular pronoun, is what I'm asking.) I already complimented the former for giving me good tears, but how do you comfort a stranger, tell him it's not his fault? Yes, yes, "brighten the corner where you are," but somehow...]

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[My quote for the day, no, the week: "The sky only seems to be far away from you. Actually, it is all around you. You breathe it in, you breathe it out, even when you labor with your hands in the mud."]

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[Later: Since it seems to be the thing to do, I entered some random paragraphs from my last few entries here, and discovered that I, too, write like a girl. Jessica, if she's reading this, will be amused, as she remembers that I scream like one, as well, at least when I see a dead dog by the side of a Goleta freeway offramp. Eek!]