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Locked out, actually. Not even on strike no more. Just locked, baby.
They locked library workers out the day before Freedom to Read Week.
I'm not emotionally together enough to handle job-hunting just yet, but when I (a) feel confident and (b) can go five minutes without a ridiculous panic attack, I'll hit the hunting action.
I feel good tonight. I wrote something tonight and have an idea for something else. Tomorrow will probably be shit, though. If I let it.
Good to see you coming back, when so many are jettisoning themselves from the Lith. |
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