One day and seven hours left. I think I am going to make it. My desk is nearly completely cleaned off and I do not feel sad at all. It is actually refreshing. I would be on top of the world right now if it weren't for the fact that I have a packet due for school and it has to be in NYC on Feb 1 -- this Friday. I have been working on it and trying to make it good, but everything I write comes out stilted and just bad. It is so frustrating. Now I only have tonight, tomorrow night and all day Wednesday to make something redeeming come out of my brain and onto the page. I feel like I need to go to some spa someplace and get a spiritual deep cleaning. I am so stuck in this newspaper mindframe and everything I write comes out clipped and shallow. I have all these interesting ideas and for some reason, I am no longer capable of writing them down. Maybe I am thinking about too many things I am supposed to do in my writing... Maybe I am too concerned about impressing my professor? I don't know. I am sure that by Thursday morning, I will take something to the post office and mail it to my prof in NY. I just hope that it will have some redeeming qualities. I need inspiration.

Here I am, posting for the second time... maybe this will become a habit after all. So, I have 6.5 more days of work before freedom. I am looking forward to spending my days reading and writing for grad. school and not being stressed out and overworked. I am already envisioning a routine where I wake up each morning and go to the gym (something I haven't done in months) then come home to write all morning for school and read all afternoon. Maybe in the evening I will cook dinner for my fiance...maybe not. But the point is, I can if i want to. I'll also be looking for a part-time job to help out with rent, but 15 hours a week will seem like nothing compared to the 40+ I have been working....

This is very strange. I am writing a journal to nobody or everybody and putting it online so that any random human can stumble upon it. This is not something I ever imagined I would do...but here I am. I quit my job and my friend Andy talked me into chronicling my post-job adventures... I am still working, however, so I do not have any adventures yet -- unless you count my trip into my boss's office on Tuesday morning with three signed copies of my resignation letter an adventure. That was probably one of the most terrifying moments of my life. When I realized how frightened I was to leave this job that I was not enjoying, I knew that what I was doing was a good idea. Why on earth did I let myself get so trapped and become so unhappy? I guess it's like being in a bad relationship...you have to do it, have to go through that kind of misery so that you know what to avoid in the future.

My last day is the 29th. I can't wait.