My mom just came in to yell at me because I'm awake at a time when no one else is and yeah, well, I'm supposed to be safely tucked under my covers, fast asleep. I'm so bored, useless and feel utterly worthwhile at this point in time. I don't have a permanent job yet (I'm dying to work in a magazine as a writer or an Illustrator) and I just hope it will happen soon. There is talk of one extremely COOL place but if I talk about it here, it might just attract all the bad luck since my magnetism for that has been pretty strong for a while now. So I just hope, hope, hope and HOPE. Hoping against hope. Like Ogden Nash once stated in a poetic verse about dentists and drilling holes in gums. He was hoping against hope that he didn't have to go to the Dentist. Anyway, I truly hope Luis Fernandes has some GOOD news for me and I need to finish 3 cool stories for tomorrow in order to ensure that happens! So I wish and wish and wish and pray and pray and pray and hope. Hope. Maybe I can sing this part..would that be pushing this post to its limit? Bye, I shall talk to you more, Blog, tomorrow from under my bed covers, secretly. It's a date! Night Night.
P.S. A whole lot of hope. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEEEASEEEEE God. Thank you. Ameneth.
P.P.S. If you, a reader, have good wishes to send, contact me telepathically. May I be sprinkled with your luck.
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