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I cleaned my room today. I took out five bags of trash (two just from closet) and a rollarblade box. Does it look better? I'm sure it does. Am I happy with it? No. I don't have any room in here anymore and if it gets dirty within the next two weeks, I'm going to be convinced that there is a ghost who clutters my room when I'm not in it. Seriously. Okay, so maybe I inhaled too many Pledge and Windex fumes today, but I have no other explanation. I'll stop talking madness now.

I am ready to unveil my master plan. I have to get fingerprinted again for teaching. I decided not to put it by the wayside but instead to make that my secondary source of income starting this fall. By the end of September, I should be ready to bid The Children's Place a fond farewell and regain control of my schedule. Working at least 21 days in a row is absurd and tiring. Most people with normal job hours have at least six days off by the time they hit 22 days. In this stretch, I won't have a single one. If it's not in the DHM budget to get me in full-time, then I have to do the next best financially logical thing, and that is teaching. Besides, I have a car payment to think about now and would like to be out on my own by July 1. If that is at all feasible I haven't a clue, but at least I'll have my evenings free again. And that will be a nice thing.

For right now, I have to find some food and get ready for work. And I get to repeat the cleaning process again tomorrow, but those will be more of my Cinderelli chores than anything else. First impressions lead to great motivation.