I used to have dreams: living in New York, finishing my Master's Degree, and becoming a recognized artist/photographer.  I now work at Sears 15 hours a week making minimum wage.  What has become of me?  I pray that I get enough hours to pay bills and buy Christmas gifts.  I got up at 11am today because I didn't feel like getting out of bed.  I ate and filled up my gas tank.  This would have been a perfect day to take pictures before I dropped off dad at grandpa's and before I see Maureen at four. My life is a waste.