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What is life?

Homework, homework, and more homework. I only have 6 more classes until I graduate with my bachelor's. Two of those 6 I'm currently taking. So 4 left after this term. I feel like I'm drowning in homework, errands, work, and cleaning. No breaks. 

My boyfriend helps a lot. He helps with the cooking, laundry, and yardwork. I'm thankful for that. There's nothing he can do when it comes to my homework or job. But after I graduate, he may be hunting for a degree, be it trade school or otherwise. He could easily change his mind, of course. I'm actually hopeful that he goes through with it. I worry about how long his job position will last. Anything could happen and the company could shut down. That would not be good for our mortgage payment and other bills. But if I were able to find a job that pays well enough, I wouldn't mind if he stayed home. Especially if we were able to one day have a baby. If he were a stay at home dad, that would be fine. 

 I miss not being in school. Having all the time I want to read, write, and play video games is now just a dream. I can't wait until I'm done with school and can go back to that. It seems like so many people have recently started going back to school but they don't have to work full time and so they have plenty of time to focus on getting their school work done as well as cleaning and whatever else. I wish I could go part time. My boss would never let me nor could I afford it. 
Random picture of my handsome little fluff ball, Nibbles. He just turned two not long ago. Still a healthy, happy baby. 

 Anyway, it's after midnight. Good night. 
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