Another horrible day at work where nothing works the way it should and I just feel like I’m cleaning up someone else’s mess. Then I come home, sit down with a glass of wine and wonder if it’s worth it. If I didn’t have such an addiction to books, I could probably live on less. But I’m obsessed the way some girls are with shoes or purses. I just got my books for class and call me a geek but I really want to start reading “Modern Literary Theory”. It’s too bad I’m too tired to process anything complicated.
Grad school will be expensive and I’m going to be spending a lot of time at the local cafe putting in the late hours studying but I have to believe that I can do something better than this.