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Well, I finally told Mom that I wasn't going back to school. Of course, I didn't tell her until the day that I should have started school, but that's beside the point. She didn't try to convince me that I was ruining my life, however, her instinctual reply was, "Well, you're going to have to find a job." Biting my tongue and avoiding saying, "no shit," I said, "Thank you for pointing that out." To most people this may come off as an uninspiredly bitter statement. No. The woman has not had a job in eight years. So yeah, for her to tell me that I need to find a job (even though my income over the past year was twice what she leeches off the federal government), was just a kick in the nuts... my hypothetical nuts.

God, I hope I'm not too angsty. I am happy about things, I promise. Like... I've rediscovered the joy in ironing. Small scale victories such as the irradication of wrinkles please me greatly.

Now I have to go pull some baked ziti out of the oven. Mmmm, ziti.