Patience is a virtue...it is also absent.

I suck at waiting. I don't know if it was the brain-blistering pace of Sesame Street or if someone has been sneaking speed into my drinking water for the last 24.5 years (I was a fairly patient six-month-old), but I do not play this game well.

Given the current law school application situation (currently and quite unexpectedly getting my ass handed to me). I have begun flipping out again about what to do post-admissions-cycle-implosion. I live in one of the most boring cities in the US, devoid of appreciable natural formations and so middle-of-the-road in every imaginable way that it makes me want to drive at high speed down the wrong side of that very road. Fortunately for my wallet, and unfortunately for my decision-making process I have about the best possible job I can think of in my current field. I don't mean that I skip to work everyday burping up sunshine and crapping out rainbows, but it doesn't consume my life, I'm not racked by job-stress, and I get paid almost exactly what I did in a market with a 50% higher cost of living.

All in all a decent setup, but I am mentally thrashing like a freshly caught bass to get the fuck out. Of everything, all of it. I feel so damned penned in all the time. I occaisionally fantasize about a cardboard box under the overpass or shitting in a coffee can in some shack in the woods just for the lack of obligations.

Goddamn you Sesame Street...