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It's late and I should have been in bed like an hour ago considering I have to be awake, showered and dressed and out the door by 7:40 AM. But you know what, I'm not and I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this decision sometime around lunch time.

ugh...

Anyhow, in the few hours that I've been home, I've been thinking about what exactly I'm going to do when I move back to Utah. It's kind of scary to think about because my semi-solidified plans are not so solid anymore. Which brought me to think, why am I moving anyway? Why move when my boss likes me and I like my co-workers? Why move when I'm due for another raise in a month? Seriously, my thought process is enough to push me into a psychotic break. Okay, maybe not, but it just baffles me a little bit. I could have found roommates to replace the ones I was losing. I could have moved out into a cheaper place with new roommates. But when I told a few people that I was coming back a month ago, things seemed to be going in a good direction. I had plans to move in with a friend in October. I had a school and program lined up for me to attend and finish a certificate in Medical Coding. But between actually moving back and moving in with this friend, what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Someone, please take over my life and make my decisions for me.

For now, though, I'm going to shut my eyes and try to make my brain turn off for the next 6 hours and sleep. Or at least let my body be at rest for a little....blerg.

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