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6:47 a.m. - November 09, 2002 I hate being a professional bitch. It's wearisome. Know what I mean, Twig-cum-Shanni? But damn! The paycheck, the paycheck! A breather. In. Out. In. Out. (why am I becoming aroused?) It's not about the money; it's about keeping myself busy and that means work. I'm surprised I don't work for free yet--wait! I did a couple hours pro bono recently... Truly, a downward spiral. New home project in mind: Beadboard paneling in the entry way. The book? I've stopped all progress and am starting fresh. Maybe not the brightest thing to do at this juncture of deadlines and mental instability, but I'm motivated again. And that's what I've been waiting for.
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