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Three finals down and only two nights left of work. Jen, one of my other friends from work that's transferring to Arizona had her last day today, and Thursday at midnight I'm gone too. I can't wait. I may be poor and starving after about a month's time with no full time income, but right now that couldn't matter less. With every finished final, every last day of work, and every minute closer to this weekend and the end of this semester and this year, I'm starting to feel a lot more like my old self. It's been said before and more likely than not it'll be said a whole lot more in the future; routine doesn't suit me. It drains the life out of me actually. And now that I'm moving fast away from that routine that's dictated every waking hour of my very long days, I know I'd rather be dead than trapped like this ever again.