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I stayed at Megan's yesterday. Her apartment is so nice, so clean and transparent. I felt like I could think there... What am I doing, living in this mouse-infested squat of stepped-on grapes and cigarette butts? I wish I had a job, a secure job with an ounce of autonomy. (What a mistake it was to get a useless English degree!) I want to be self-supporting; if not so much for myself, for my friends. I don't want to leech. I'm going to see about enrolling in the EMT class in January. The "job" I have now offers me everything but security, and that seems worth so much. I at least want to have some alternative in the works.