Sitting by the door to be mailed tomorrow are four applications which complete a year of laughing, crying, planning, and sweating. (Laughing was actually optional). Why bother? I think I've explained the reasons in detail before. (For a reminder: blah blah blah). The call of the wild (returning to school to compete with Jack London wolves with laptops) started last year as an escape option from my current job. I needed a project: it was either this or saving to buy a house. My career as an Abstract Expressionist painter was not taking off either. The returns for the option I chose should be greater in the long run. Long run is long though.
Prayers and well wishes/questions about what I'm going on about can be direct to matthew(a)stolenkisses.net.
