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I gave my official notice at the bookstore last night, so my last official day is July 26th. I'm sure I'll still work a shift occasionally, but probably never more than once every other a month. It's going to be weird to not work in a bookstore – I've pretty much been doing it in some form since 1998. Border full-time, then part-time, then full-time. WCF full-time then part-time. As of August, it will be the first time ever I'm not doing 2 jobs! (If you consider going to school full or part time a job, which I do) Of course, I'm going to be working on this course at home, but it almost feels more like a hobby, especially since the hours are flexible. I feel so luxurious, at the prospect of only having one full-time job. What will my working-class ass do with all this spare time? Maybe actually get some reading done. Maybe actually get some music produced. A boy can dream.

Next week I think I might pack up all of my books into boxes and then bribe St___ into driving his Jeep over and helping me move them next weekend. He's such a nice guy, I'm sure he'd do it anyway, but I'd feel better if I bought him some beer and a philly cheesesteak. I'm really excited to move, though not terribly excited about the moving process. I think that's why I tend to do it all in one fatal swoop – through everything in boxes the night before and just go. But it's good that I'm making myself spread things out because I'll be more thorough with my clean up. Despite how bad things get when it comes to the organization of my stuff, I'm actually improving every year. So I have high hopes.

I'm busy tonight and tomorrow night with social things, which means my weekend will probably be filled with lots and lots of time to myself. Which is sort of a double-edged sword these days. But for the most part I like it and crave it. And I'm not driving myself into fitful states too often. Last night I had a stressful dream that involved bats. This is the 3rd or 4th time in the past several months that bats have been in my dream and represented some sort of emotional problem or difficulty. I haven't quite put my finger on what exactly I'm trying to tell myself. This morning I had a brief moment where I thought "maybe I should get a bat tattoo!" but then I let it go.

Off to lunch.