Good morning. I'm doing fine, too. Sorry, I was just a little antsy, last night. Why? Because it's the end. Of something. I just know it. Gas is almost 3 dollars a gallon, school starts in under 3 weeks. These are doomsday signs. And when December comes, I graduate college and have to start my grown-up life. Which probably involves staying here in my dad's living room until he kicks me out, then getting married so I have a place to live. Perhaps I'll write a book, but more likely I'll just get pregnant and force my kids to write, to the point where they can barely type an e-mail, they're so traumatized. This is the way of the suburbs. Perhaps I'll find some sort of "good job", which means a living wage and not wanting to kill my co-workers every day. But more likely, I'll keep up my pattern of getting fired after 2 weeks for "not fitting in". It's true. I've been fired with those 3 words many times. People don't like to work with me because I don't enjoy TV and burgers and Cubs games and office gossip. But enough of this whining. Life sucks for everyone, just in different ways. And I don't mind when things are bad, so long as they're interesting. What I want to do is buy a farm, or at least a large patch of land somewhere pretty and secluded. Get a few friends to move there with me. Start an alternate society. Yeah, call me a redneck hippy. But when the oil runs out and you fuckers are stranded and starving in the city, I'll be sitting down to a breakfast of fresh eggs and just-picked apples. Mmm..
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