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8-23-01 - 10:44 a.m. Okay, so today I have decided that I am Deathly Ill. I called Rob, who is at work, to tell him so. "Hello, F Street Books." He was not impressed. Bryan likes it, though, so at least one Hot Male Roommate is on my side. The whole food poisoning bit seems to be over, as I haven't thrown up in...oh, I'd say a good five hours. Now I just have a good ol' run-of-the-mill case of malaria. I always say I have malaria when I get sick. Keeps things interesting. Damn tsetse flies. They say that when you're sick, you should take a whole bunch of vitamin C. I've had two bowls of Froot Loops and a handful of Life Savers. Things are looking up. In other news, I now have a job. The manager guy (Kurt) from the coffeeshop called me and asked if I was free Sunday. "Um...yes?" He said he was really impressed with "the way I handled the deaf customer" and wanted to know where I'd learned so much. I told him I had taken a class years ago in Girl Scouts (never again!) and two at a community college here. He asked if I knew any other languages, and I told him I was fairly capable of speaking Spanish. So this afternoon or tonight or something I'm supposed to go and work out a schedule. I'm not sure yet just how often I want to work. We'll see. Step One has been accomplished. Step Two, volunteering, is in the works. Sort of.
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