Another day on the job. The last of the week before I get my Friday and Saturday to work frantically on the next installment of my seminar paper for history. As much as the Teen Space wears me down sometimes, I find myself frequently wishing I could just get *started*–work here a full day, have full responsibilities, get paid real money, do the real thing. Then I could be done with the extra hoops and be doing the thing that I’ve been moving toward for so long now. Perhaps I’m just being melancholy because it’s dark and dreary outside today (incidentally, my favorite weather for being at home), but this isn’t a feeling that I shake off very often. Still, every day is another day closer to the end and one day closer to the next beginning. Here’s to hoping.