May 4, 2004
I feel bad that he has a job. I know that all my scholarship money has been spent on the two of us. But at the same time, that's money that shows up automatically in my bank account; it's not something I have to put on a uniform and please people behind a desk for. But I'm glad he's got something, some kind of timely structure to prepare him for what's ahead. We definitely don't have a responsible schedule now. I'd like to be able to wake up with him, shower with him, kiss him goodbye everyday - awake, aware.