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Okay, I've given in, given up, given over. I'm driving to New Orleans on Tuesday morning, be there by noon. I will recreate myself again, rise from old ashes, bask and braise in the fires once more. I'm open to it all; bring it on.
(thanks to often absurd in the humid city for the brand new day pic!)
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I'm still working on your prize--I didn't care for the erster poboy, so the description won't cut it. My poor feet got rubbed by a pedicurist today in a burst of sybarytic desperation. I had walked for 2 days for 7 hours per day all over and over the French Quarter. Ow.
Discovery: I can spend every bit of money I don't have and run every credit card into extinction and still know nothing. This is a very dangerous place...
Reinvention: the Yoruba woman who read my cards in Jackson Square yesterday said don't worry about it, no problem. But the highest paying job I can find listed around here is around $20K...
I'll have to remember to turn on the comment notification thing for this blog--I didn't know you were here until I happened to look. I had put up this picture this morning to show a friend my new ankle bracelet. That's when I discovered I needed a new camera...
I fear I must drive home tomorrow.
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