Up to 18,000 words on "The Fall of Avalon" now. Moving right along...


In other news, I could very well be fired from my job in the next few days unless I give in and withdraw -- again -- from school. So it's quit school and risk having to take all this math all over again if I ever go back, not to mention losing all the money I've spent simply to go to school in gas money, tuition, time spent, etc. Wasted. I'm not getting any younger. Do they expect me to be a good little robot that jumps at their every whim for the rest of my life?

Well. I guess they don't know me very well. Rogue unkillable artificial intelligences with god complexes are my specialty.


What I want to know is, what do I get in return for screwing up my life? What do I get for screwing up my own future? Sure as hell they're not going to be paying anything more than $17.63 an hour. Money doesn't do you a hell of a lot of good when you're seventy years old and looking back on a wasted life. When I get to that airstrip in the afterlife and have to look Daddy in the eye again, I don't want to be ashamed of myself. More than that, I don't want him to be ashamed of me. I won't deserve it. I won't have earned it.

So I don't know what to do.

Anyway. I guess I'd better go to bed now so I can get up at o-Dark-Early so I can get in to work on time. At 10 AM.

And people wonder why postal workers are all homicidal maniacs.