So I had to get a job, and I finally did. Pay is lower than I'm used to and it's high stress. Going to make writing harder but I can struggle for that and it wasn't paying the bills. So obviously the universe wants me to work. Then, on day two I come home to a summons for jury duty that would make learning the job pretty much impossible. So, universe, I'm getting some mixed signals. And just so we're clear, I only want to be friends.