Sunday, June 21, 2009

this feels like the nite

my plane goes down.

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you never feel like you're creating memories for yourself when you really are. that schoolyard fight in second grade, the first time you feel like you're falling in love when you're 13, when you first hear a song.

i'm sitting on the side of my hotel bed in Bethesda, MD, as i'm here on loan from my company because they don't know what else to do with me. took care of office work, something severe, and we'll see what the results are. in between i just did my thing and amy trying to get their inventory under control.

it sucks having all this pent up energy to get my own store under control, yet i can't, cause, well, it's not there right now. so i try to channel it into these other places. reading, writing, work. work is the hardest, i'm stepping into a place i don't know and usually have to adjust...i don't like it, but if the product isn't there it's NOT there.

i spent four hours closing out our store here last week...i see more of it this week.

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