Posted in Existential Crises & Epiphanies, Kismet and Karma on February 23, 2007 | 12 Comments »
I’m sick. It’s my throat, mostly, feels like it’s closing in it’s so swollen and inflamed. My voice kind of sounds like Kathleen Turner right now - husky, breathy, about an octave deeper than normal. This is the second nasty cold I’ve had since the new year.
Yesterday, I left my job. I was laid off, [...]
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