7:46 am

my job was postponed again.
phred has asked me to move home at the end of
the month if i don't have a full time job.
i'm getting ready for an interview at 10 am, then at noon as well.
i'm still sad everyday for John, i cry when i see his picture. i cry when i
see someone who looks like him. i cry when i read about strangers dying
around the world. i cry when i think of my birthday coming up, how John
and i would be celebrating together. how he would tease me about being
old like him.... ahhh fuck! maybe i'lll die less than a month after my 30th birthday too.
but alas, only the good die young as our John just recently proved.

araMat