Well, second day of school for the quarter. Algebra again. Dread creeps. Mr. Street has already said that this class moves quickly. I dunno from quickly.

Okay, so I'll give it my best and if I don't manage it this quarter I'll take a quarter off and rethink things. Options are: move elsewhere and keep going to school, such as Atlanta or elsewhere; keep trying here; quit altogether and resign myself to the post office; quit and put everything into doing AAP and my own writing.

I'm seriously considering taking some time off anyway, given the gasoline situation lately. Coming all the way out here to school 5 days a week used a considerable amount of gas.

I need to talk to my supervisor at work tonight and tell him I can't stay late at work until after December 16th. Which is odd considering I was told some few months ago that school was no longer to be taken into consideration for PTF schedules, so I assumed that also meant overtime. But I guess we'll see. I'm just afraid they're going to start scheduling me for earlier in the day and then what will I do?

I dunno. I just have this sneaking suspicion this is all going to end with me on some nice pink pills again. Huh. Better make that the green ones, I'd be taking handfuls of the pink ones, the green ones are a higher dosage. Brainless vapidity here I come...