Everything's Fine
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Class.Sitting here, Kadin beside me, listening to him type. He's in a MUD of sorts - Multi-User Dungeon for those who are curious. Caleb is teaching. Talking. He's intelligent, and I am braindead. I just want to curl up. Sleep. Sleep is good - didn't get enough of it last night. Didn't get enough of anything. S'ok, though. I'm worried about Kadin. We're going to turn his resume in to Stream, see if we can get him a temp job here and talk with them, because they might be willing to apply for a greencard for him. No work permit required. So we try that. If it doesn't work... he goes home. Fills out papers there. Comes back when he can. IF he can. If. If. If... Eh. Now if only I knew... TIred. I am tired. S'ok, though. It's always ok.
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