I find work to be extremely mentally stifling. I want a cigarette. I want to be just writing, just writing, doing something creative. What I do, a trained monkey could easily do. I feel I have to do this lest I not be able to pay bills, etc. Arrgh. I may sell my computer to my roommate for like $750 which is good because I will be getting a Mac in Australia. I'm getting the feeling I won't want to leave once I'm there a year or two. Plus Julia would be much happier that way...
Please, let the next 3 hours pass quickly.
