the wull scores a job and other shit
looks like he's teaching at the mountain bike capital of the world. tenure-track and shit.
whoop there it is, e-dogg. congrats.
i'm sampling man. tomorrow it's the north denver and pecos yards' water treatment plants. friday, it's putzing with my wwtp in the cheyenne. next week, fucking solvent recycling in wichita. then, fucking bfe colorado at haz waste/radium o rama. been doing shit down at the former mercy hospital place looking for the asbestos this week. two weeks from now, it's south texas, playing water well guru with a fucking annoying engineer from omaha. it's good that i have family to stay with if i get fed up and quit. better yet, it looks like we'll be out near the del rio, and i might pay dear old dad a visit--it's been 16 years since i dealt with his ass, and i'd love to fuck with him--leave a note in his windshield wiper, or even better, a face to face confrontation. if you have hate in your heart, let it out, right?
shit, girl, at least i have a phat ride for this. seriously, the rental car of the year. it's faster than the impala, and has a funky-fresh seat (like a couch and shit). the car review will be forthcoming--maybe tomorrow or friday.
no change on the med situation. i still feel about the same. did the fucking blood test shit yesterday. a hot blonde with a somewhat british accent took my blood. only 3 vials this time, though.
still, i think that maybe i require a different stabilzer, because i'm still going to pieces while watching robbie knievel on tv and nascar races and shit. i'm not feeling that mania like playing rock, though.
mr. gann finally called me back. we're both the worst at returning calls, apparently. i'm having thoughts that i might be too busy at the jobby to rock anymore. i need a lull, so that i can get established in a band, and then start turning down travel again, like i did during the cloud situation. i'll call him once i find out more.
whoop there it is, e-dogg. congrats.
i'm sampling man. tomorrow it's the north denver and pecos yards' water treatment plants. friday, it's putzing with my wwtp in the cheyenne. next week, fucking solvent recycling in wichita. then, fucking bfe colorado at haz waste/radium o rama. been doing shit down at the former mercy hospital place looking for the asbestos this week. two weeks from now, it's south texas, playing water well guru with a fucking annoying engineer from omaha. it's good that i have family to stay with if i get fed up and quit. better yet, it looks like we'll be out near the del rio, and i might pay dear old dad a visit--it's been 16 years since i dealt with his ass, and i'd love to fuck with him--leave a note in his windshield wiper, or even better, a face to face confrontation. if you have hate in your heart, let it out, right?
shit, girl, at least i have a phat ride for this. seriously, the rental car of the year. it's faster than the impala, and has a funky-fresh seat (like a couch and shit). the car review will be forthcoming--maybe tomorrow or friday.
no change on the med situation. i still feel about the same. did the fucking blood test shit yesterday. a hot blonde with a somewhat british accent took my blood. only 3 vials this time, though.
still, i think that maybe i require a different stabilzer, because i'm still going to pieces while watching robbie knievel on tv and nascar races and shit. i'm not feeling that mania like playing rock, though.
mr. gann finally called me back. we're both the worst at returning calls, apparently. i'm having thoughts that i might be too busy at the jobby to rock anymore. i need a lull, so that i can get established in a band, and then start turning down travel again, like i did during the cloud situation. i'll call him once i find out more.
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