Well, Ive got about ten minutes before I have to leave for work. That's not enough time to start a book and I really don't want to watch TV, so here I am.
It just recently hit me that school will be starting back up soon and Im not very excited about it. I don't really want to drive to Hamilton once a week for my night class. No, lets reword that: I really don't want to drive to Hamilton. . . .
When school starts I'll have to buy books and work less (work less = less money) and do homework and read textbooks and I just hate reading textbooks when there are so many other interesting books out there. Anyway, it has to be done. If I don't do this now, life will suck, I'm sure.
I was thinking the other day, if I wasn't going to be a teacher, what would I do? I don't have any idea. Teaching seems like the safe, the good, the right thing to do. I guess I would want to do something with writing but I don't know what that would be. Hmm.
I have such vivid dreams. They are so real sometimes. Its so easy to see where the bits and pieces come from sometimes, and other times. . .
Well, its time to go!