homey home home
A few days in San Anto and the usual stir-crazies are back. I feel like I need to call someone and frantically ask them "DO I HAVE A PURPOSE? DOES MY LIFE HAVE MEANING?" That's just the general feel of life around here, for me at least.
On the meanwhile, I'm racing my way through novels and memoirs and the like, since break has begun I've finished three books and started my fourth this morning. Because I like reading. And because the books are free. And because when I'm done I can sell them to Half Price Books for way below their value just to earn some desperately needed cash. If only there was somewhere that'd hire me for only two weeks. Sigh.
On the meanwhile, I'm racing my way through novels and memoirs and the like, since break has begun I've finished three books and started my fourth this morning. Because I like reading. And because the books are free. And because when I'm done I can sell them to Half Price Books for way below their value just to earn some desperately needed cash. If only there was somewhere that'd hire me for only two weeks. Sigh.