I've been quiet, almost dead. No Internet signal in the area, and work has become busy, stressful. I'm seriously thinking about finding a new job, but the economy is so bad currently, I need to just sit tight for a while.

Dinner at Missy's tomorrow, I may file my FAFSA online while there. I have to, must. I have to get back into school; it's not just a goal, it's a desire, a hunger. I don't want a job for the rest of my life, I want a career, and I finally have a clear idea of what that is: psychologist, with a strong focus on addictions and self-inflicted pain (self-mutilation). The facts need to come from the horses mouth, and I want the responsibility.

Tune: Timbaland, "Scream"
Mood: Tired