Patrick Calder

Geneva

While I sat here looking for bloggers and journalists out of Geneva, Pixel tried out approximately 20 different sleeping positions in the sun. I recieved 7 pieces of Spam. I found out You've Got Mail has nothing to do with email.

I don't believe it. In a one-horse town like Geneva, there must be more people journaling online. Not much else to do.

9 Spams.

The money in this town is amazing. I passed houses today that had no right being anything but museums. And parks that you arne't allowed to walk your dog in.

I wondered... who cleans off the tennis courts? Tennis courts are always surrounded by trees; probably to keep the balls from hitting nearby buildings. Even today, there were piles of leaves surrounding the courts. Does someone actually go out there with a leaf blower or a broom and clear away the organic refuse?

I don't know where Pixel went. I think she's investigating the groceries I haven't put away yet.

I need a new job. We ... well... the design jobs are dead again. Of course we have a few jobs. But they're just the kind that sit around for months with no changes. So I'm idle. I cannot stand being idle. I can't stand the crap work I'll do for a couple weeks. I can't stand the sudden splurge of jobs we'll get. I can't stand the unqualified designer we'll hire. I can't stand...

I need a new job.

Pixel's been quiet for too long.

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