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Wade in the water.

There has not been time for anything other than work all week. I'm feeling rather burnt out, but the summer is nearly over and I guess this is my last-ditch effort to make as much money as possible before heading back up to Amherst for my last year at Hampshire. By the time I leave for New Jersey next Sunday for my final regroup before school starts up again, I hope to have a grand to deposit in the bank. I'm already more than halfway there. But aside from focusing almost completely on my financial status in the world, I've been brainstorming for the work I want done on my anchor tattoo. Meaning I've had squids on the brain. And sharks. I'm thinking a squid-shark combo.

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Pretty sure I have a serious addiction to sea life. I have not spent nearly enough time in the ocean this summer. Speaking of which, that hurricane business everybody's been in a tizzy about over the past few days just seems like small potatoes at this point. Back in my day (I say this as I shake my cane), when someone told me there was going to be a hurricane, it wasn't just choppy water and intermittent overcast skies. Rhode Island, you may be my ocean rose, but you don't seem so sure of what that means...