Contract is ending and I've got no plans in mind.

I feel a sense of trepidation. It's pumping through my arteries. It's infecting every single cell in my brain. I am delighted at the thought of my contract ending at the godforsaken company where life's spent whizzing away at the photocopier, xeroxing crap and staring blankly at computer screens eight hours a day.

Then again, there's that feeling of...

What are you going to do then, after this?

Are you going to make this work for you?

Will you finally be able to do what you set out to - even after looking at how impossibly wimpy you can get, backing out into the space behind the crowd?

In a few weeks.

Will I be tossed again, into the recession, the pit of unemployment? Throw a pebble out there, heck just throw a bloodied toothpick into the crowd and you'll hit a person who's got this certificate that says "awarded the Bachelor of * in *".

Oh. My. Fu^in'. Gawd.

Do YOU seriously want to make this happen?!