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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Fri, Feb. 28
... The dreams are more than crystal clear
Hamburgers painted. Sign to Calgary painted. One fan partially feathered. Litter vacuumed.

One and a half more fans to feather, a litter to repair, and a jail cell to paint tomorrow.

Two shifts to work in between.

This is my life. Have I even touched any of the assignments that I have due on Monday? You know, the ones I've supposedly had all reading week to work on. Of course not. When am I going to do them?

That, my friends, is the million-dollar question.

But they'll get done, because there's no other option.

I'm going home. I have 2 1/2 hours before I have to work, so I should do something productive with it.

You know, I usually title my entries with a line from whatever song is running through my head at that current moment. For the past few weeks, at least, 95% of my entry titles have been lines from Joseph songs.

You know you've heard the music a lot when...
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posted at 3:34 p.m.