What a special day this was from last year—the day of the major deliverance. The last push of labor into the start of intense freedom.

Last year at this time I had no frequent flyer miles. As of this morning my account posts 10, 844 with another 1000 on the way. It seems symbolic of my life lately.

Today Pollyanna here is rather cranky. My brain is flooded with moving details and a lot of people with opinions. Everything costs so much. I just found out a $40 storage building here cost $120 there. I wish I could just move right into a place. I wrote a TCTA lawyer about the TRS stuff, but I don’t think I have any leeway.

I finally came to bed. I am drained. Exhausted. I want to crawl in a cave til the details are worked out. What do I know about this junk?!

I think I am taking two college classes next term. I will increase my Glendale salary by $3000 and also receive financial aid.

I wish I had someone to apartment hunt with me in LA and help me with all these details. I have never done anything like this; everyone has an opinion. I need hands and eyes.

I wrote a short but curt letter to the editor tonight. I expect they will print it and every liberal in town will hate me. They won't miss me when I am gone.

Going to zone out now. I think I will write a long letter to Terry.