I've been meaning to write something (anything) here for a while, but didn't get the chance. Now it's the middle of the night, so I should be getting to bed, but I'm writing this. I'm screwed up that way.

So... my good friend Boris is now renting one of the rooms from me to use as an office, which he immediately filled with his junk. Not unexpected for people who want rooms, I guess, but I was caught off guard.
We went gaming with some Latvians, which was fun. I got complimented on my accent, which is oddly enjoyable (somehow I take compliments best if they are irrelevant.)

I still haven't explained to the folks about flunking out of my Master's. On one hand it's clearly my business, and mine alone. On the other I don't have any idea how to explain that have neither the will nor the ability to go through another degree, the last time was awful, and I felt incredibly cheated when to top it off I discovered the pain and toil I went through was all(most) for nothing. I keep telling myself that maybe I'll enroll next year. But I won't. No, I shouldn't- that would just split my attention, lead to stress and not result in a degree anytime in the next 2 years. I need to get a normal f-ing job and get bored of that instead. The worst thing that could happen is that I'll be hating something I get paid for, instead of wasting my time, and that of my instructors.

Mood: stressed, anxious and sleepy.