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Well...the plan this evening was to research alternate locations in Africa to relocate. Not South Africa since they hate Nigerians, and certainly not a war-torn country like Sudan. But somewhere I can treated with the dignity of an expatriate and not have people wonder why I understand English, meanwhile I have been speaking it all my life. Some place where the people give a shit, and the employers actually respect employees not promise to and don't pull that off.

Either way I had planned to research alternate living conditions, not Europe since living and working there is almost as hard as living and working here. But studying there is fine. We want your tuition money but we don't want to give you a job. Well, that plan for this evening went burst and I ended up not doing any research at all. Just sat around, lazily, feeling sorry for myself. That's why I hate coming home after work. I just sit around lazily, feeling sorry for myself. Not working out, not basking in the beautiful sun, not getting my hair or my toes done, not researching. Just lazying around, thinking of what I would like to do but I cannot. Planning without execution.