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Quit your job, get a haircut, kill your boyfriend, say you want a revolution. Last night I walked home with a mixture of emotions, mostly good ones, but with an itchy negative one right at the back of my head - the bit of my brain that deals with money and adulthood and being sensible. I did well enough in my assessments to not have to worry about them; people like my entries enough to make them favourites and plans are, if not being executed, gaining colour, form and impetus. Of course, there's the negative irritation way back there...I can't get the time off. From what? The job you don't like? So what? So...I'll quit. I said it before and meant it - but now I mean it more and for more reasons than I thought I knew about. Walking home last night, I remembered a passage from one of his stories. You lot will know the one I mean. It was raining after being humid all day and the rain was dancing down in the heat - the rain was "like a hot shower". I do need to have an adventure in the US, I don't need to feel any of my ambition ebbing away in a crappy job. One of those things has to go and I know which one it'll be. Dave xx
As a slightly less intense postscript - South Korea got to the semi's today, as did my sister's adopted favourites - Turkey.
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