A few months ago I got very sick (and didn't have money to buy any food), and that combined with my financial aid falling through led to me having to move back home for the summer. The plan was to go back to Chicago this fall, but my experience with the financial aid office was so terrible (it's the only place I've ever yelled at an employee), and my situation so peculiar, that I've actually decided to take a year off, work, and save. My plan is to go back to a University in Virginia that I went to a special Communications program at a few years ago (GMU) and go there full time.

Psychologically? Stressed. Moving back home wasn't what I wanted to do, and I just yesterday started a temp job at a factory (moving furniture), which was never on my list of things to do. I didn't want to move back home anyway, just because I can't stand the small town and all the memories that are around here.

A few weeks ago a friend asked me how to talk to someone who'd told them they were thinking about suicide. That taxed me quite a bit as well. I found it odd that he asked me since he was one of the people talking me out of it a few years ago. He and I've had a weird relationship the past few years punctuated by some very awkward conversations and two trips of about 250 miles, which I never really imagined happening.

I've been writing a lot more lately, focusing on my screenplays rather than my research work.

So, not that great.