Disappointments

It has taken me less than a week in 2009 to reach the following disappointments:

- I do not have time to take a yoga class this semester, which I have been wanting to do for over 3 years. THREE FREAKING YEARS. I had even picked out the class I wanted to take at the College of San Mateo, starting on 01/21/09. Sigh. At this pace I will be 50 before I have time to do the things I want to do.
- I probably will not be able to take as many MBA courses as I had originally intended this year, due to lack of funding. This will delay obtaining my MBA, which will in turn delay obtaining a better job, which currently frustrates me. (I may need to bump my yoga-possible age to 55, instead of 50.)
- I would really like to move to a cheaper apartment. However, all the cheaper apartments that I have been able to find are either tini-weeny (like, less than 600 sq.feet) or further away than what I could reasonably commute to work. I hate commuting in the bay area, do I really need to commute more in order to live in a reasonably priced 1 bedroom apartment?
- I really wish I could travel. At this point, I don't even care to which location as long as it is far, far away from California. Far, far away from my meaningless job. But I can't and this makes me sad. Very sad.
- I feel like a free soul trapped in the void of California, having my guts sucked through my eyeballs. It will not be long until all my guts are sucked away and the only thing left of me is bloodshot eyeballs, ever coveting, never knowing what to do to make the madness stop.