I'm starting to wonder if I should even continue writing. Thinking about it, my dream of becoming a writer seems like it's fading each day as I continue to work at the same old same old job, bored with all of the sameness yet glad that my mind doesn't have to be extended to some obscure pattern of thought.

But I miss going to school!

(And I never thought I'd say that, but it's true.)

It had necessary interaction between other people, there was plenty of time to research for projects or papers, you could use other materials as long as they were carefully cited within your text, you could live off of coffee and free food (like soup or pizza) around campus, there was always a hallway to fall asleep in where no one would steal your stuff, and only at a college campus would someone be dumb enough to place a pool hall right next to a computer lab!

(sigh) Oh the memories...

Lately I have had some ideas for either a story or a manga (if it were to be illustrated out of my mind that is), the trouble is just applying them to paper. And taking the time to do so with care and detail.

Now I'm lucky if I can speak properly. With all the double negatives in my speech, my previous English teachers would have a fit.

I have to deal with it somehow. I could return to school but if I ever want to leave my parent's house and my hometown, I'm gonna have to work for it.

And I have to work in the clause that I escape with my sanity intact.