The more time I have to think the less I think that thinking is such a good idea. Seeing as how I am still currently lacking a job, and I have to cert, and I have 2 cases pending with one that may or may not go to trial, my brain seems to have decided that it would be a fantastic time to ponder my existance. Yes, apparently my brain has determined that it is it's own entity, and it is going to do as it pleases, despite the part that realizes this is a truly bad idea. Why? Simple. You just can't logic somethings out. No matter how hard I try, there are just some things you have to let run their course, and whatever happens, happens. Of course, me being of the slightly controling nature cannot possibly allow this to occur. Instead, I spend my time trying to logic things out into simple and finite little catagories, where everything is labeled and organized. Alas, I will never succeed in this task, and while I cannot totally convince the rebelling part of my brain of this fact, I have gotten it to concede on a few points. An unhappy truce, but a truce none the less.

On a different note, I was home this weekend. I brought my friend Heather with me, as she has never been to upstate NY, and likely will not have a chance to do so anytime soon, as she will be heading back to texas soon. So we hung out with my friends for an evening, and Heather got into a rousing debate with my dad about politics. And I got to show my friend my cute little village (which I have decided is in fact really cute. Just boring when you are in your 20s and single.) It was very very relaxing, and did my weary mind a lot of good just to be home, where everything is familar, and my stresses are no where nearby. Makes the rest of the semester MUCH more tollerable. :-)