Some changes

Going home on Tuesday now and not monday. I just couldn't get it together. I've been sick. My neck hurts so much I can't even lie down to sleep. And today weird fits of depression sweep in and out like the winds, like at Joe's Crab Shack when they started dancing I thought I was going to burst into tears and huddle under the table. Interesting sensation. I think this is how psychosis starts.

Decided to turn downthe second interview for the same reason stated before. I need to learn how to teach. Getting less than a week to prepare THREE lesson plans if I were to get the job in IL doesn't appeal to me. Right now I feel like I have all the mental strength of cracked porcelain so I think starting slow will be good.

Worse, add to it the worry over my brother who was just diagnosed with Chron's disease (I think my parents are really upset. Now both of their 30 something kids are sicker than they are in their 60's)

I've got next to NO interest in doing my ficathon stories. Literally zero. However, on the plus side both the original fic script and Hyperion's Son is flowing.