Thinking about changing my major. Again. Schools, too. My potential occupation field doesn't seem very promising. I just need something I can do until I publish my first book and garner the hatred of the world like my hero, Stephenie Meyer. In any case, graduating from tech school sounds so much more badass than a state college.

Started reading another Clive Cussler novel, Plague Ship. I inherited it from a cock-up of duplicate birthday gifts. As formulaic and predictable as they are, the dude knows how cultivate suspense and action. The sheer volume of his work is pretty admirable, too. And at least I can understand what the hell is going on, unlike my last experience with a Cormac McArrghy novella. Won't go down that Road again.

Ahh. Dinnertime. Everything is well.