I've been hovering over the to-quit-or-not-to-quit decision for over a month and this morning, in a three-page long text message, I did.

What a coward.

I also deserted Kafka's "The Trial" because I think it's even more frustrating than "The Castle." I'm reading Atwood's "Bodily Harm," now.

What a coward.

I'm leaving in exactly 7 days and though I'm ecstatic, I'm also apprehensive. I think I'm getting the first date jitters again.

What a coward.

Maybe I'll elaborate soon.