2006-04-12

ad infinitum @ 9:20 p.m.

I wait, breath held.

My worry has transcended itself...circled and begun to munch on it's own tail.

I won't be able to afford it even if I do get the job. I won't be able to afford to go househunting.

And so on.

And so on.

So forth.


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