Ok. So, I just took a second job-a research assistantship, no less. I must be on crack.

This means that I’m very possibly going to end up driving myself stark, raving, running-down-the-street-with-my undies-on-my-head, looney instead of finishing up school like a good girlie so that I can:

• graduate
• stop spending my measly paycheck entirely on tuition
• quit my job
• go back to being a fabulously interesting jeweler
• and generally attempt to make our lives more meaningful

Instead, I feel like I’m being sucked back into the hell. Why did I choose information science in the first place when I know that sitting in front of a computer all day will eventually kill me? There are so many answers to that question.

Todd’s responses normally run along the lines of

• comforting: you’re good at it dear
• practical: we’re in a recession, do one to afford the other
• scary but true: we could walk onto any campus and be the psycho, administrative power couple (i.e., we’re both artists and intelligent troublemakers)

The reality is, I had to come up with a Plan B once I realized there was no way in Hades that I could make a living as an artisan jeweler while living 2 hours from what is essentially slave labor. Starting a business with no immediate cash and in the middle of a recession probably isn’t my smartest idea. Finally, there are times when information science, particularly the control and dissemination of information in society, really does fascinate me. (This said after I can no longer read the text on the computer screen because my eyes refuse to focus.)

Anyway, I decided to splurge on these.