When I'm at home (Home home, ie my parents' house) (Like now) with a small bundle of fur alternating between purring and chewing on my fingers. Life doesn't seem anywhere near so bad.

Probably I should find all those people and have all those conversations. But that's the part that I'm horrible at and don't like besides so I make up excuses and then it never happens.

Really at this point, since I don't really want to be offered a return position (for obvious reasons), all I have to do is avoid failing the term. I'm told this is nearly impossible unless I do something dumb like just deciding to cease showing up at work. I have to write a paper. All I have to do is figure out what kind of bull will get past my boss and make sure the grammar's alright so it'll get past the people at the school.

And then I can go back to school where I can learn stuff and work as efficiently as I like without worrying about running out of work.

And thanks to all of you for actually reading all of that. It took me a whole afternoon to write up. I imagine the silly plan thing I wrote up in the whole week before will be read much less carefully

Really it's the purring thing that makes everything better.

Rivikah