Bel's earning money. He's making much more than I am right now. In a way it's good.... I hate to admit it, but I've been playing dumb with the bills and such, see if he'll pay them... he has been.

If I could just muster the thousand dollars I'm striving for, I'll leave with a peaceful heart. I just don't want money to become an issue... or at least, not immediately. No, please, not again.

The official countdown is on: 30 more days, and I'm quitting both jobs. I'll take two weeks to prep up and say goodbye to the very few people who care that I'm leaving, and I'm flying on May 1st, or maybe April 30th.

(And I didn't plan it to be on Belthane.... I only realized that until later. I think it's a good omen.)

Money worries me. It worries me a lot.

My mom actually suprised me: she was all kinds of excited that I'm leaving. I thought she'd throw a fit..... I guess I'm being a bad daughter and underestimating her once again.

Hey, do you remember when I used to be articulated? What, I never was? Well.

It's actually coming. It's actually happening. I'm molting.