I’m still having general fretting about the job. This is temporary, and I need to find something that will get me health insurance, and oh, stablity.

I’m impatient. I want my answers and solutions, like, yesterday. I try to remind myself to live in the day and the day goes by pretty fast once it hits 11:00ish or so.

With school, and work, I think I’m the good kind of busy, but I suspect it’s also the lonely type of busy. And I’ll wind up burned out and depressed. He asked me the question I dread “What do you do for fun.”

I gave him the honest answer “I don’t remember.”

I related how Lear is basically my social life, and David doesn’t think it’s sad, he thinks it’s a good sign of building healthy relationships, given that I have not done too well in that department.  He also offered t ocome hang out in the City with me sometimes. “Looking out for a friend,” he called it, and as much as I loathe to admit it, I like that someone is looking out for me.