Thanks. Things aren't so dire as I perhaps made them sound. I can just relate to the whole, "Oh god I am not succeeding at life. Evasive maneuvers! *fucks up sleep patterns*" bit. Tail end of grad school, for me. And these days I, too, am independent, but not so much on the straight path to Ultimate Life Goal. Oh, and also the, "I wish I could participate in fandom by finishing the damned story more often!" Although you have a massive word count that never ends, and I have a tiny word count that takes eons to squeeze out. Heh. Never an easy way, huh?