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October 02, 2001 - 10:03 a.m.

Progress

Or, as the Brits say, “Proa-gress.”

I took Son1 to his outpatient psych thing. He does that all this week. He says he wants it but he’s less than enthused about going. He would rather be back in his regular school. So maybe this is incentive. He seems happier now. So much for your “Just Say NO” campaign Nancy Reagan. Better living through chemistry.

I use Office 2000… specifically Word to write this. Word up. I have Rocky the Dog as an office assistant not because I need help (10 year Word veteran people, it’s on my resume.) He’s there because it’s such a hoot to watch him. He was scratching at some fleas earlier. At least he doesn’t shit on my desktop.

I have an interview today at 1:00PM. This one might be it. Wish me luck, or skill or fortune or whatever it is you want to wish.







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