well, then.

tradeoffs are a bitch . . . . . they ruin your life in a way that is indistinguishable to the first glance that you take and then they come right out to bite you on the ass. Everyone needs to eat and have fun.

I have so much freedom but I have no way to exercise it without dooming myself to the poor house.

Impending (I only call it that because it only occurs at age 25) adulthood kinda scares the shit out of me. Some decision take on greater weight due to the time remaining in the Sunny Golden Years of Youth. I have friends conquering the world and some letting the world have its way with them and I'm trying the best I can to field an army of my own but it's hard when I've been allergic to sustained work.


So the place I work sucks. I know this. There are a million different things I could do about this and where my life is going.
I'm used to relying on geography but there's no god damn map to be found.


Tommorrow I'm spending a good chunk of it looking for a new job. Something that I'll actually enjoy. It'll take a while