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1st of the month

It’s is August first, I can already see a change in the weather, it’s a gloomy morning. I feels like a Monday but it’s not. This is the earliest I’ve been up in a week, since leaving my postal position. I have an interview over an hour away at a photography studio. I have no formal experience in photography but I am hoping to get the chance to show how naturally talented I am, plus I don’t want to drive an hour for nothing. I also start the very temporary position that pays great but I know I won’t stay there long. This is just one of those fillers that get you to your next destination. I am so tired because the boys woke me up at like 3am. Gotta love being a single mother. This coffee is not exactly helping me to wake up, but it is very weak.

I will keep my fingers crossed, but if all else fails I have this job I’m headed to this afternoon to fall back on.

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