I'm going back to South Dakota again in a week, for a week. It's kind of random because I was just back a month ago, and the sane, fiscally responsible version of myself would say, "I'm unemployed. I'm running out of money. I think I should stay put and eat canned tuna and apply for hundreds of jobs every day." But if you didn't already know this about me, I'm not a sane, fiscally responsible person. If I was, I would have never come to NYC in the first place! So instead of hanging out alone in my tiny New York apartment falling further and further into a unemployed depression, I got on priceline and started looking for flights home. And here is my self-justification, what I tell myself when I check my bank account and start to freak: "Amanda, calm down. You're ticket was cheap, and what you spent in airfare, you'll save by hanging out in South Dakota for a week eating your mom's free food. New York is expensive, yo!"...