wouldn't want to say that work turned me into a different person but i am slowly led to believe that the only thing that can immediately allow me to whimsically permit my caprice (oh the redundancy) is by getting a whiff of some sort of purchasing power. i hope that i get the results of my masters so i can finally decide what it is i want to do with the rest of my life, aside from wanting to be a professional environmental planner so i can tell my mom, hey ma, i passed some sort of regulatory test, nice, huh? not at par with the med boards or bar or whatever it is that pompously stratifies those appendages with your name, but at least, you're certified in something you enjoy lounging in. hohum another how many hours at work, got my security pass today, finally! will have to get my paycheck so I can at least say to myself that i am worth so many bucks. have to fight the temptation to spend it all in one symbol of freedom, or at least half of it, but i already texted my dad to put some racks on the old lancer.