... or something like that.
Huntsman canned me, girl and I agreed that we were making each other miserable, i've taken a vow of poverty and returned to academia and it feels really really good.
$800 later Q is running quite well, thank-you-very-much, I'm kicking ass in deductive logic, doing just fine in 19th and 20th century, and afraid I'm a little over my head is Chomsky.
I have no idea how I'm going to pay for any of this... well, I mean, I'll be getting student loans, but I don't have them yet, and I think my rent check bounced, and we don't need to talk about bills, and I haven't exactly been admitted to the fine University of Utah yet....
eh...
at least I get to think again.