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I worked five days this week. I'm tired and I need to find time to do other stuff like my laundry, but ultimately I've decided I really like being at work. It beats school, it beats homework, it beats bumming around trying to find something to do, it beats trying to have an extensive social life in this tiny community. And it feels productive, which is a nice feeling that doesn't happen enough. I could probably fix that by myself if I really tried.

And now I have money, which is a nice change from not being able to afford coffee this summer, even though I don't spend anything. But if I wanted to buy coffee, I could. Which is nice. On the downside, I need new excuses to not do things. Hrmmmmmm.