Counting down. My back hurts, and it's been a long-ish day, even for a Friday, but my, how the week has flown.

There are things that have happened this week, but all pale in comparison to the big one: York University decided I'm worthy of another kick at the can. The Subcomittee ruled in my favour, and I am now one of the few, the proud -- The Yeomen. I wonder if they call the TaeKwonDo team that.

Varsity TaeKwonDo! Fighting shape! The only thing that could make my life perfect would be someone telling me that I could have the money to got full time. I'm still holding out in some vain, pathetic hope. But I know between Gary's lack of work, which I know is temporary, and the lack of savings, I can't. But. I could so do it right this time. I'd have a work-study job. I could. I could do this.

Gary had a marked lack of enthusiam when I told him. I know he's not the most effusive person on earth, but I was hoping for even a little excitement. He's worried about work, but...

Basically, it took me a long time to get here. The four years difference between us is what it took me to get my shit together. And I'm not even together... just moving slowly in that direction. So. Not like it happens over night.

Is he threatened? Is it a guy thing? I don't think so. He's not really like that. I think it's more of a worry/guilt thing -- as much as I say he doesn't disappoint me, he'll likely not believe it.

Note to a fellow, more prolific journaller: Bullshit. I'd not forget you. :P I'll miss you, but do what you think you need to. I'd hate to think of myself as a millstone. I'll struggle on somehow.;)