Decisions.

There is a drive by the family to get me into Mike Engle's old apartment. Bert and Lo have said that they would pay my deposit (if its not too much) and my first month's rent, just so that I wouldn't miss out on what is, I admit, a golden opportunity. That apartment is nice and its roomy. I could definitely be comfortable there.

But timing is so bad.

I still have to catch up Britannica. There are things which I was wanted to do before I left, such as buying the new WritePro software and getting some stereo speakers. I know that there will be no way that I can manage this once I leave, other than scaring up some extra money by playing, or from artwork, and even then it will be difficult.

I suppose I must make a decision. I admit that my heart leads me to just go, but there is still the recent memory of another time my heart told me this, and of losing everything.