When It Rains, It Pours

So, it's a few hours later, and after a fairly productive afternoon, I'm back at work. I hate my job so very, very much, however, I am about to apply to the ANU, after I post this. I went there the day before yesterday, and hassled the shit out of them. I told them I would be attending their fine institution in the upcoming semester and that I needed to know how to make that happen. They shuttled me back and forth between Admissions and the School of Arts, but I ultimately got the information I needed. I have to apply over the interwebs, and even though I am competeing with a bunch of fresh-faced highschool grads for a spot, I've been informed that because I have attended university before, I have a leg up on them. There are other ways to get in, though, so I'm not worried. Like I said to them, I will be attending the ANU. I am not taking "no" for an answer. I have to get a degree, I have to complete university, and I need to be doing something productive and constructive with my time. I owe it to my daughters. Plus, having so much time on my hands is proving to be problematic in terms insofar as my ability to deal with things in a manner that doesn't cause my ex-wife to wig out is concerned. Again, my daughters: I have to do the obvious things I need to do in order to become a normal human being so I can still be with them as much as I would like, and so as not to teach them the wrong lessons.