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So, good news. I got a job at Bridgeway. It's too difficult to explain what the place is, so if you really want to know, go here www.bridgewaycenter.org. I will be working with kids some days and helping out at a group home for mental health patients the rest of the time. I'm kind of scared...I really have no clue what I'm going to be doing half of the time, but the pay is good...I'll be making twice as much as I made this year with my 3 jobs...and I'll have benefits. It's what I really need right now, so I have to like it. Still trying to figure out the grad school thing. Now, I'm thinking that I don't really want to drive like an hour and a half to and from class two nights a week for the next three years. Stress level is going back up. And I've been so bad about my dieting and exercising. Starting again tomorrow...that's what all of us terminally fat people say. I WILL be skinny, dammit! (I know, I know, health is the goal, but skinny is a nice side effect, right?) People who have never been fat can never understand. And no, being 5 lbs. heavier than you would like to be in your size 6 (or smaller!) jeans is not fat. I hate my skinny friends. :)