Then, of course, I had hours which I could not be scheduled for four out of seven days. When the guy collected mine, he actually asked, "... these are the hours you can't work, right?" Yessir. You see, I need your job but don't really want it. Or, more precisely, I simply haven't the time for it. But thanks for hiring me anyway, tho.

Ah well. Considering all this other stuff I have to get done, the thought has actually entered my head to simply drop this semester of school. Realistically tho, I don't see myself doing that, unless of course it begins to look like I really won't pass or something. Which I'd be quite surprised at, naturally. No, I will have to go to school and mostly work every other hour that I'm not there, cut out some sleep time to be replaced with study time, and replace social time with drug treatment time.

And you may ask yourself, "How did I get here?"