
For those of you who have written me expressing concern over my emotional state, I appreciate your concern--but I assure you that I'm coping in healthy ways. Well, ok, not entirely healthy ways. A little chipwich here and there isn't a crime, though, is it?
I'm having fun, keeping busy with other things (like my new obsessions with Ebay, Darphin beauty products, and the crossection where they meet), and trying to just feel other things. So far, so good.
It's nice to know how much my friends and family care, though.
On another note, I'm done with this production on June 24th. I'll be updating my resume this weekend. If anyone knows of something that involves research, location coordinating/producing, story, or other creative and/or detail-oriented tasks, I'm your girl. Just let me know who to impress with my mad skillz. Sorry, skills. I've been working here too long.
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