Memoir of a Writer Interrupted

A sheltered reclusive that metamorphosized into an intelligent, talented, purposed light that shines on people standing unmoved on life's journey...an overanalytical ball of energy that forgets intelligence, talent and purpose after putting my flaws under a micrscope and watching everyone but myself.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Pat on the back

I turned in the business journal I spent countless hours working on -- the one I complained in my 1:43 a.m. revelation that I was not getting paid for. The dean told me to name my fee -- he would pay me for my work. Through this project I learned a lesson and made money.

God has smiled on me.

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