I have a letter in front of me, along with a check. When I walk downstairs to the office and hand this letter into somebody else's possession, the wheels will have been set in motion. I will have to be out of this building within a month.

I don't want it to happen. I'm stalling, because I want the phone to ring. I want somebody to call, and tell me that a mistake was made, and that I'm going to have a job here after all, even if it's not the best work I've ever had. A job where I can be useful in some capacity, and that pays me enough to stay in this place, pay my bills, and keep going for the next 6-12 months. But that's wishful thinking.

Alright. Enough of this. Come what may. It's time for me to go do what I need to do. Focus on the future, act in the present.