Jason Mraz and his affect on my major decision making processes.

Sat on the porch with Mrs. Hrubey for a good half hour and talked shop. It helped a great deal, actually. More than any other of the many similar dialogues I've had of late. But in the end, it's just yet another opinion to add to the pile, and as Mrs. Hrubey pointed out, it is I who is in the best position to know what's best for me.

(Dammit.)

Temporary as I know this state of gloomy navel-gazing to be, I think I may go see a shrink for the first time in more than 8 months. Though this thoroughly hurts my pride and is its own cause for squalling. But gosh, you know? When you're driving in your car, listening to the radio and Jason Mraz - Jason Mraz, people! - makes you bawl, it's really time to seek professional help. That's where the line is. There's no fighting it.