Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Dear Chief

I wish you never told me. I hope you never have said the words: “Would you be interested, but cannot commit at this point, but just in case,” because right now I am expecting. I am hoping against hope that by any chance you will consider letting me.

What will I do now?

Sob, sob, sob!

I said “It would be a great opportunity and that I will understand if not.” Honestly, I will feel sad if the final verdict is negative. Wahhhhh. . . . this is killing me. Hear me, hear me!!!

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