Bah.

Life is hectic. Can't find my Symbol - it's been a month, since the day after I fell on the sidewalk and scraped my leg so bad I couldn't think for the pain. Yay road rash. It's got to be somewhere in this house. I've had a dream that I saw it. Just can't find it.

School is almost done for the semester. I have a paper due tomorrow .. and have to work today and tomorrow. I have no hope for this being a stellar example of my writing.

I recently rediscovered my old poetry blog on Livejournal, and moved everything worth keeping over to blogger, since I can't access that account. I think I might get back to posting poetry now and again. I miss it.

I want another job. I'm starting to get sick of the Mosaic thing. More the expectation that I can do the same work in 5 hours a week that I used to do in 10. Sorry, that's not how it works. but there's not a place hiring right now. I wish things would turn around, and fast.

My birthday is this month. I'm going to be 35. That's so old .. but I don't feel that old, except that I found an old picture of me, from 9 years ago when I had a -brief- stint at Scarowinds. Like, 1 day. I didn't go back because people were beating up the Scharacters and their guards, and that was my job. 10 years and 50 pounds ago. Sheesh!