Text message to Jim

[xp_olaris]

Don't quit. It's not as bad as the last time.

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[x-legion.livejournal.com]

I have to quit. Quitting is my only option. You can't get away with never looking the students in the eyes again when you're the student counselor. I emailed Mark and Sofia last night before we went to Harry's to tell them I was okay and now I don't even know how to answer them now because they know Betsy.

Though I guess on the other hand . . . they know Betsy.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Is okay. Promise.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It is. Because after a lot of meditation and soul-searching I've realized that reality is transient, and in the scope of existence a little thing like one drunken post to a public journal system might as well not exist.

And, if the people around me care for my sanity, didn't. Ever.

How's California?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Confusing.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

Elaborate on that?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Ever go into a test thinking you knew exactly what was going to happen and then not?

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

. . . what happened?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

She's different than I expected. She offered me a job.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

What kind? Something for geology, or . . ?

What kind of company is this again?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Ethical advisor. Venture Capitalist/Weaponsdealer.

Sofia has files.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

. . .

I think I need to speak to Lamar now.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

He's in the closet on the highest shelf with my Jimmys.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

I need to call you tomorrow to talk about this, because I had one actual minute there where I seriously thought I might actually be in your closet.

I think I need to go to sleep.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Jimmy Choo. Not you. Don't wake me up tomorrow. Time difference. I'll call you.