I remember when I was working last spring at a job I didn't care about how every Sunday night I would get this horrible feeling of dread. I mean like nasty depression. It sucked. I hated feeling that way.

I'm not getting that with the job I'm on now. Maybe it's because I actually like it. I've mentioned before how I like the people, and I like the project. The ideas that it's part-time and on my own schedule has a lot to do with liking it as well.

I don't even know how much I'll have to work this week. The first week I did 39 hours, last week I did 18. Tomorrow I'll work at least half of the day. It's a nice schedule overall, given that I still have time to work on my own junk, which is something I'm getting more into again.