I think I talked Sue into coming home with us next Friday… not that she needed much convincing.
I’m so, so ready to get out of here. I’m just not feeling it today… or any other day, really. I’m such a waste… of potential, of money for S-D… and I just don’t care very much. I think that Sue deciding to come home early is the equivalent (mentally, at least) of me quitting my job here. I feel compelled to just stick to it because it’s the financially sound thing to do, because it makes sense, because all my logic tells me that it’s the right decision. But what about what I actually want? Sue wants to be with her family. I want to go somewhere else to work every day. Why shouldn’t we just