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Monday, March 21, 2005
PPS
Aaaah, a beautiful, gray Monday morning. It's now day six of being back in the blue dot in a red state called Austin, Texas. It's great to be back, but I must admit I'm dealing with a little bit of PPS. File it in the Mark Phillip glossary near CWO 'cause I've found it to be a symptom of PPS, and close to its scary cousin PPD: post-pardum depression. That's right folks. I have a nasty case of Post-Paradise Stress.

I am quickly learning about the annoying trifecta that is looking for a place to stay, looking for a job, and shopping for a car.

How do I get a place without a job?
How do I get to the job without a car?
How do I get a car without a mailing address?
How do I get a job without a mailing address?
How do I search for a place without a car?
How do I get a car without a job?


It is circular and quite maddening. Much like rock/paper/scissors, except (as anyone intelligent knows), nothing beats rock.

Anyhoo, as I deal with solving the conundrum of the car/job/home trifecta, and as to ensure this blog won't go the way of my bank account the past few months (it's funny cause it's true...), I'm instituting a new gimmick: Guest Blogger.

If you're clever, you already know who it is.


Comments
Bre:

Is it me?

Gosh, Mark. All you had to do was ask.

03/22/05 09:51 AM


Mark:

um....urrr....ok.

03/22/05 11:51 AM


jen:

:0 good luck on figuring out the trifecta.

it's a tough one, but I have faith!!

03/23/05 01:12 PM


beth:

hey, that's the same problem I had a couple of months ago. Except I also had no PHONE.

I had a breakdown, actually. but it was also due to hormones, so consider yourself lucky.

I have faith, Mark.... you gots more skills than I do, and I found a job.

03/23/05 05:50 PM


rlo:

yes beth, but mark isn't white. sorry mark, it's true. i feel your pain man. i FEEL. YOUR. PAIN.

03/23/05 09:38 PM