I still don't like the blogger comment section. I'll turn it off soon. We got the last test back this evening. I was right about all the extra credit we had on the exam. It saved my ass. I ended up with an 85 when I should have gotten, at best, a 70. I don't go to work tomorrow but instead travel to the fair city of Everett to watch the radiation therapists there ply their trade. In the afternoon I get to see the spiffy hospital at Totem Lake for more of the same.

After speaking with the folks at school who run the program, I did my own sort of check-in with myself to gauge where I was and maybe portend some of my future. What I got was very mundane I thought. This wasn't IT. It will be more of the same. Not nearly as dangerous, but sort of like Rummie's long hard slog. I'm sure this path is a good one, especially considering the alternative: nothing. Nothing means more of the same with me being older. This is definitely a good idea. I'm sure of this, but it isn't IT. That is what I got. Somehow I want to think that this will turn into some sort of fantasy science fiction story when in actuality I will continue to dislike getting up in the morning, will have to force my body to move in space, will have to study and learn and repeat and pass. I'll then have a job where I'll have to fit in within a micrometer's variance. Granted it will be better in many ways to what I do now, but I will still be slogging my way through. Twenty years later and it's all like, "welcome to the working world." Maybe it was the future me (the one typing this now) who influenced the university me (of twenty years ago) to study Marx and his peers.

I don't get much, save fragments of old dreams that drove me from sleep, about what the IT is. My niece's e-mail reminded me that as I make time for running I also need to make time for creative endeavors such as this entry. I haven't felt too inspired for school or studying lately. Gladly, work is going along at an even keel right now. I don't need any challenges there. My virtual friend over at The Derby seems to channel her creative energy quite well. I spent some time reading a very well written and entertaining blog. Go read about the gulf between eastern and western Washington and the breakdown of cyclists. He is part of noematic creative gestalt also. A March 2nd resolution? I generally dislike the idea of resolutions. If you want to do something different or differently, then do it now and then on the next day and then for the rest of the time you are sucking air into and out of your lungs here on this planet. So IT isn't clear. But there is a silver lining; that because there was a feeling that this isn't IT, that there must conversely be one. Those Marxist dialectics did come in handy afterall. Or is that logic? Nevermind. Goodnight.