Um, who's Nadine? I know a Nadine. But I am not her, uh, she, uh, whatever.
"But don't think that you can reach your goals now; it's better to wait until the squall passes and your life calms down."
Whose goals? Whose squall? Mine or Nadine's? If it's my squall, and I wait for it to "pass" before reaching my goals, I'll be hunting-and-pecking away in some squalid Medicaid nursing home, tied to a 30-year-old wheelchair without any foot rests.
I went to Borders yesterday and worked from 5 p.m. till they kicked me out at closing. They have free Wi-Fi now which is not a good thing. Luckily, the connection there sucks. After getting bumped off 2 or 3 times I remembered the real reason I was there: to "reach my goals."
Or Nadine's goals.
One of ours, anyway.