I want to go back to school.
I want to do a lot of things.

I love super secrets. I'm good at keeping them.

So, how do I make this happen?

I suppose I can get by making what I make and move out.

(...I need a backer...or a sugar daddy...)

I need to figure this out within two weeks. Two weeks.

Things would be so much better if I could just get out of this town.

blink, blink, blink.
(click, click, click.)

Scratch that.

Life is silly and unexpected in the most wonderful ways.
And I worry too much.