I’ve been out of it for the past few days. I had my wisdom teeth taken out last Thursday and I’m still feeling disconnected with reality. It’s a very disturbing feeling. I talked with my mom this morning and editing sounds like an appealing field to go into. Book or magazine editing, that is, not newspaper editing. I edited the school paper for two years in high school and that’s too stressful for me. (We only published once a month and that was bad enough — once a day would be unbearable. But I suppose I’d get used to it.) I don’t really know what I’d major in to go into that — English or communications or something, I guess. I haven’t looked into it at all. Math sounds like a nice field as well. Teaching math, that is. Luckily I don’t have to worry about career choices for a while — in a few months I’ll be out in the world serving the Lord for two years. I can turn in my papers this Saturday (no sooner, unfortunately). All of my friends are getting their calls. In fact, for the past few nights I’ve dreamt about mission calls. That’s never happened before.

Oh, I’ve decided that I’m really not interested in programming after all (other than web stuff), so I’m not going to write that Distributed Proofreaders client. Hopefully somebody else will. (Yes, I know that’s not the right attitude to take. But right now I just don’t have time — finals are in two weeks.)