Glitches glitches glicthes. This was the kind of day where you wish you had never crawled out from under the covers. It was awful; it really was. The worst part was the financial glitches. As of now I have no summer job, no TRS money until one to two months after I move and no money for a move I think I have to make in three weeks or so. I have a place to stay, but that is all. Robin has a glitch with taking me then. Everything suddenly seems crazy and I feel terrible and poor. Yet I do not feel I am wrong about going. I am not always sure I want to go, but want to and supposed to are two different things. I have cried more today than in weeks previous. Sobbed. I have no answers tonight. I talked to both Terry and Robin, but I have no answers. So I went to work. From almost 8 to 11 I worked on my Texas movie. It is exporting right now. I love making movies. This was fun. But sometimes I wish I was going to Clear Stream. There is a teeny part of me that almost wishes this would all fall through—that I am totally wrong about the God stuff—and that I could call Dr. Hayes and says, hey, that job offer, give it to me. I could swing that. It would be great. How many people get to work for their friends and still have respect for their authority as a boss? It would be so easy. I leave tomorrow night for LA, and right now I don’t even want to go. Really.