Chaaaaaat.

me:  Oh you are cooking dinner.

 Sent at 8:50 PM on Monday

 me:  I will talk until you get back

My tea is steeping anyway.

And then, either two things will happen. Or maybe both. 1 is that you will keep hearing beeping noises from the chat notifications while you are trying to cook and curiosity will drive you mad

And/or 2 is that you will come back and be really confused and have to scroll up to see what the heck was going on.

Both of these are equally satisfying to me. So I will continue.

Um. I am sad because I don't have milk, because I can't actually use up all the milk before the expiration date.

And Wal-Mart doesn't sell the really small quarts (are they quarts? no pints. No.. amounts) of milk like they did in Korea. So I have to buy the size that isn't the gallon but is smaller than the gallon (?) and I just don't consume that much milk.

It's a sad situation. Because a little milk in my English Breakfast Tea would be ideal.

And... hm. It's cold in my apartment.

I'm thinking about going back to Korea, but just for a year.

And that's only if my school chooses not to renew my contract. I'm not sure if that's going to happen.

My job got a lot easier since they stopped allowing the [edited because I'm paranoid!] into my class. So I feel like I'm doing better. But I have no idea how the next five months are going to go.

So, if they don't renew me, or if the worst scenario happens and I don't get my certification this year because I sucked at doing my homework... maybe I'll move back to Seoul to teach.

That's kind of a scary prospect, but honestly, I have no idea what I want to do for the next 50 or so years until I finally keel over. So I guess that's as good as anything? And if I teach lots of privates then I can save lots of money and travel a lot?

Then my retirement would suck, though.

But who the hell knows? I mean, I could die by the time I'm 45. I should have fun now.

Maybe that's being irresponsible.

And then my friend came back so I had to end my little monologue there. I like talking to people and having them not respond.

Wait, maybe I put that the wrong way. I like the idea of getting my thoughts out completely. I do enjoy having conversations with people, and I think I'm a pretty good listener, but I also like the kind of, "Are you there, God?" Margaret type letters that I'm totally not emulating here, because I'm just kind of rambling and not telling a story at all, but do you see where I am getting at?

No?

I am not posting the next segment of conversation in which I ramble on forever because it places me in a bad light.

Well, a worse light than usual. 

But I am going to say that I was late for work today because my phone battery died in the middle of the night and I KNEW there was a REASON why I hated using my phone for an alarm clock rather than my actual alarm clock, and there it is. I woke up at 7:54 and got to work at 8:23. I was supposed to be at work at 7:40, and my first class starts at 8:00, so I missed half of it. But you people should be impressed. My drive to work is usually about 18 minutes long. That means.. I got ready for work... in less than 10 minutes. And I mean, READY FOR WORK. I looked put together today, people, not at all like I had just rolled out of bed. It was impressive, if I do say so myself.