Sitting here awaiting the arrival of my very first finals week.  One of many to come, I ponder the age-old question, where do you see yourself in x amount of years?  I have a plan, well lets say I think I have a plan.  Get through school, one semester at a time.  Live daily one day at a time.  Plan one day at a time.  Career paths are open and changing from one day to another. Life is quick and unrelenting.  Life is cruel and unforgiving.  I should be so much farther ahead in life.  I mean really I think I have made every bad choice out there.  From marriages to jobs to everything. I have nothing to show for my life.  Nothing at all.  I have pissed away my youth, my beauty, my brains.  I am stuck in montana living with a guy.  Nothing of my own.  Hell I don't even own a plate.  That's how fucked I got in my last divorce.  Wow that fucking pecker head ex husband of mine would be rolling right now upon hearing about how fucked I am.  Really.  WOW  I need to blow this popsicle joint.  I need to convince my son to go back home with me.  Home where we have family because we have nothing here.  Not a thing.  FML.