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back at the job. just two days this week, but two days i could do without. it's always hard coming back when you've been on vacation. it's a little harder when you've just lost out on a promotion that would have made the job a lot easier. harder still when you're a suicidal hate machine. who let the dogs out?

the "good" news is that i've finished a screenplay that i've been kicking around for the better (or worse) of a year and a half. i've sent it "out" and now i play the excruciating waiting game.

the lame news is that i've somehow managed to lose my atm card. i barely took my wallet out this past weekend, too. but i'm pretty sure i had it when i left the mountains. this comes at such a lousy time, i won't even elaborate. well, it's okay because i haven't suffered enough this year. pity party in the comment box, BYOB.

i love autumn in new york, though. things begin to die, the nights grow longer, the weather gets a little more bitter, and the world gets a better sense of what it's like to live inside my head. but am i really capable of "love" at this point?