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I lied. I'm not happy Jeff got the position. He's already been fucking master props for a musical. Fuck 'em all. The only reason he got it is because he was at the freaking meeting that I didn't even know was happening, and he expressed vocal interest, and Jay was too lazy to take a risk on another case that might be another Emily. Fuck 'em all. I would have done it and done it well.

As it is, I'm sick, and I think part of it is Psychosymatic. Or however you spell it. i IMed Em and asked if she would mind pulling me out of props to help her with painting. She agreed readily, and now she's going to help me downstairs with my fabric purging.

Also, on the way home-I rollerbladed from the Econo Shop-I first saw Tim P. I'd also seen him yesterday on my way to the school. It was weird. Then Devos caught up with me about a block from his house. And he was like, "Dude, you're going really slow." And I was like, "Yeah, especially considering I started 15 minutes before you." Then we discussed how he didn't know what the economy shop was, and I followed him home. He didn't know I lived even further south than he did. It was fun. Devos is a cool cat. Heh, it'd be funny if he was a real cat. Oh, he was rollerblading too. It would be sad if he had been walking.

And now my stomache is trying to kill me again, so I'm going to go finish writing my story.