September 12, 2003
The job I was holding out for, called me today and offered me the position. The scant contact I have had with the company thus far makes me lose more respect for them at every interval. Still, having secured a position that will allow me to continue writing has lifted my spirits enough to make my illness less cumbersome. I must get well by tomorrow. I haven't seen Gaudette in two weeks, and he is anxious to attend a street festival celebrating Mexican Independence. Though I imagine the celebrating will be carried out most significantly by eye-fucking all the Latinas.