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MB thinks our room is hot and has a window fan going all night. It's been getting down into the 50s at night now and my sinuses (both of them, bless 'em) are rebelling so I can't breathe. My boyfriend is so thoughtful. I'm sitting here in long pants and a hooded sweatshirt a tad bit frosty. Independent Ter -- human popcicle.
Mom C has been grating on my nerves. MB and I have been on an apartment blitz this week, mostly because I told him so. He's been blissfully unaware that I'm unhappy here and it all came tumbling out on Sunday. I still grit my teeth with his mom, so I'd better get a job with good dental coverage, but I'm feeling better.
Looks like this fall I'll have not one, not two, not three, but possibly four jobs. 2 subbing jobs are definite and I'll be at a costume shop for September through December. If I get a job at VS in the mall, I'll be a busybusybusy girl.
Wishing I was warm,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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