The current evaluation of life in general: first off, I am being made permanent in the higher-level job I had been replacing someone in. That's cool. I sometimes find it very trippy that 3 years ago I made $7.96/hour, and now I just bought a cute little red Honda and it's a bit surreal to be able to afford things that I used to wonder how people afforded.

Two months ago I was *this close* to heading back to Montreal. One thing about not being permanent at work was that it allowed me a measure of indignance that would allow me to storm away in a snit, and I found comfort in that. I thought I wanted them to offer me the job, and now I wonder what I'll have to complain about.

Sometimes I still wonder if I can accept this as 'it'. Welcome to the middle of the road. This is cheese, but part of me still fantasizes that I will manage to live some fabulous life.