I feel good for writing. I have actually accomplished a decent amount at work. (Decent when one considers that it IS at work...) I really think my job is being a drag on my ability to write, though. I work a great deal more than 40 hours a week when I can, and 12 hour days and irregular schedules take their toll on a person. Many of my days off are spent recovering and much of my free time, I'm too worn out, worn down, or beat to compose my craft. And of course much of my writing urge goes into the quicker gratification roleplaying offers.

I'm looking forward to being able to seek out a better job. Improved financial position has no downsides.

I'm also looking forward to obtaining a new car. I miss my friends in Pittsburgh, but I can't quite see them without transportation. I say quite sincerely, "Blar."

I miss all of you. I feel somewhat alone and isolated here at work tonight.