At Some Point, We must ALL become responsible adults...
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: on being thrust into the scary, scary world
As you already know, I learned a few days ago that I am to be thrust into the scary, scary world in a two short months. By then I must have a job, daycare, sick child care, a place to live and a way to afford it all. Essentially I am in a car that is parked being sling shot onto a race track without the keys. Thus, my job hunt has become that much more critical. If I have no job, I have place to live. If my car isn't up and running, I won't be able to get a job, which means I won't have a place to live. Dear me! Is that Chicken Little knocking on my door?!

Off the subject, does anyone know what a phlebotomist is? I'm kinda curious.

Oh, yes, I've given up my fight with Yahoo! PageBuilder, as I've got no time for them any longer, and I've kinda lost interest.