final destination

i'm sitting here having just finished a translation for Latin.
it's sort of cold; there's always a draft in the computer room.

i wish i knew where i'll be in a couple years. i mean, what's the use of putting up with drudgery if you don't know where it'll end. for instance, i could go through however many years of school and thousands of dollars and countless miserable jobs just to find my calling in a field that requires no college education. i don't think i'd mind working minimum wage if i liked whatever i was doing.

but right now i don't have plans. goals. a future.

i'm stuck in the day in day out and it's all i can do to keep up.

it'd be nice to see where all this is going.