While I was in the hospital, I realized two very important things.

Number 1, time is money. And the hospital, being what it is, forces your senses awake all at once by the sheer irritation of it all. It's great to be unemployed and all, but after we get all our living expenses paid for, there is 40 dollars extra each month. That is not a lot of kachink in my pockets.

Number 2, I am too old to be afraid to try something that I think is going to be a great career. While illustration is nice while the economy is good and jobs are plentiful, it might be a dumb decision right now, especially if I go back to school for it. Art therapy might be more lucrative and definitely easy to attain. I just want to get my master's already, and move on with it!

And so, I am about to research volunteer options for myself to try on those careers. It should be pretty easy.