.002 -- Let It Be.
I get to go in for an 'interview' of sorts with some of the new school board members. Never mind that I taught there for five years before I left for six months of extended leave. Sigh.
Wish me luck.
[Private]This is way too much. I came home hoping for a little bit of peace, some time to get my thoughts back in order. All I wanted to do was sink back in to the old rhythem, and get on with life. There are things that I want to forget about, and as soon as possible. Even if I can't quite bring myself to destroy the pictures, or the notes or...anything, I'd rather not remember. Kind of contradictory of me, but I want the option to remember. Eventually. When it's not quite so raw.
I wonder where she is.
Anyway. Things here have...gone to hell in a handbasket. I've lost two doorknobs, and there's a dent the side of my palm in my car door. I figure it's only a matter of time before I pull some comic book stunt and knock my fridge through a wall or something. It's...insane. If I wasn't doing this stuff myself, I wouldn't believe it. I still don't know if I believe it.
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