Gods, I am tired. I have spent the last three and a half hours or so working on more candles. Dip, drip, set. Dip, drip, set. Dip, drip, set. A good many of them are at that point wher it seems that no matter how many times you dip them, they are not going to get any bigger. They just come up out of the pariffin and shed. Eventually, they do decide to begin growing again..and I hope it's soon.

I feel like my life is in this same state. I've come a long way in the last seven months and I've found that first plateau. The kender is getting bored. The kender is getting a bad case of wanderlust.

The bad thing about all of this is - the schism between what I want/know/AM and what a great majority of the people in my life are/think/expect me to be is growing. I can't continue this way for long. I am so tired of hearing about how hard life is or how 'we' just have to struggle along. I'm also tired of being left alone in this house without the basic stuff - phone, car...oh maybe I'm just in a bitchy mood but I don't think so.