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Sunday, January 26, 2003
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6:07 PM
by Angie Schultz
I Woke Up ScreamingLast night I had a nightmare. I dreamed that my employment situation had come to such a dire pass that I was forced to take the most degrading work imaginable. That's right. I dreamed I became a professional journalist. I was grateful for the opportunity, too. If I remember correctly, some sort of natural catastrophe had befallen us all. That must have had something to do with it.
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