In Three Parts

Somebody, I'm not going to name any names, left claw marks the whole way up my shower curtain. What she did once she got to the top is anybody's guess.

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Today I got offered a promotion at one of my jobs. It entails working six more hours than I'm working right now and getting a pay raise. Six more hours takes me from 56 to 62 hours a week, 32 of them still in the middle of the night, still with a long-ish commute, and I just don't think I can do it. I'm telling myself that my worth is not incumbent upon my ability to go without sleep, work insane hours, or balance huge time demands faster than a speeding bullet. We'll see how that works out.

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Every day I sound more like my old band directors. I hear Engle, Whitchurch, Jackson, and Townsend all the time. The fact that we're playing Blink 182 doesn't seem to make a difference.