Reached this vague point: 

...And while I'm considerably destitute, I'm still  far better than I was last time this year.  I was a hater.  Hater hater hater.  I hated NYC, I hated Brooklyn College, I hated my relationship, I hated the things I did in my spare time (read:  watch star trek and lesson plan).  My life was joyless, pretty friendless (save Jaclyn), and sexless (too much?).  However, I had money.  Oooh baby, did I have some cash rolling in.  I had benefits, I had a dude with money, we had sushi and sake and wine and new clothes.  I had successfully completed phase 2 of life:  becoming an adult with employment and a substantial partner. 

phase 2 was bullshit.  phase 3 is great.