I’d rather kill you than see you working a shit job for just enough money to buy cheese and watch television

D has been doing great lately. Things were very busy for a while there. Now basketball is over, except for the end of season party. My sister had a baby - the first one born in our family. D turned 11 on Friday the 13th. Everything is pretty good for now. Well, except for not ever having two pennies to rub together. And the sad thing about that is it looks like I won't have a job next year because the school district is running a deficit and is going to be short even more money next year. I think my plan is going to be going back to school to get my Masters in Teaching and get special ed certification, which looks like the only way to get a job. I have been thinking about it for years, but didn't know how to swing the no income thing. I still don't, but maybe loans? Assistance? Part-time jobs? We'll figure it out somehow. One of my favorite movie scenes is in Fight Club (one of my fave movies) where Tyler forces Raymond K. Hessel to start realizing his dream of becoming a veterinarian by holding a gun to his head. I'm going to be Raymond and start on the road to where I want to be. Without the life being threatened part.