itchy itchy itchy

Uncategorized — A. @ 8:54 pm

I think I got poison oak/ivy or something like that when we went camping because I’ve been breaking out in hives on my neck and arms since yesterday. Work is okay. I’m trying to train myself to use one space instead of two between sentences. That’s the biggest challenge of my new job. I’m kind of making the transition. Molly sent me an e-mail today asking me this stuff about my classes. Photo lab went okay, I developed some film from the camping trip, got some amazing images. I think that i’m going to have prints made of them once I get paid, if I have enough money. My second priority after my DMV fee will be CD holders–my CDs are getting all scratched in my car, some don’t even play any more. Diane (my photography teacher) made a comment that indicated she knew I had the Triplicate job. It’s kind of weird that Molly talks about me, but I guess I talk about Molly, so it shouldn’t be weird at all. I wonder when we’re going to get the issue out, if at all. So much for a summer issue. I think that Journalism 3: Newspaper Practice during the summer was canceled. Oh well. I’m really lethargic today, I just had some rice and Grey Poupon. You’d think it would be gross, but it isn’t. I intended to have rice and cheddar cheese, but there wasn’t any cheese. I get so hungry in the afternoons, I can’t wait until I get paid so I can get lunch in town. I must go into the bathroom and apply some Cortizone-10 to my hives. Damn nature. I have more to blog about but I just can’t–too much to do–too itchy–and the simple fact that I type from 10 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon. I just can’t get it all done fast enough. Well, I don’t really type all that time, but still. It’s just so much to do! The community calendar, the neighbors page, letters to the editor–the incessant phone calls, it seems impossible to do in three hours. Eh, maybe I’ll get it down. Itchy itchy itchy, must go. Dad isn’t home–weird. I get my pretty shirt tomorrow, I’ll get to wear it Thursday, if it fits. Itchy itchy itchy. I’m glad I have a doctor’s appointment somewhere around the 17th. I hope the itchy is gone by then, that would annoy the crap out of me. I had to loosen my tie today because my neck was so itchy. I would have brought some creme, but I forgot. Must go.

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