And if that little poll doesn’t work for you, here’s something about poetry and money. Both of these nouns (though I wish money was more of an active verb) have been smashing against the grey, somewhat inactive brain matter the past few days as I contemplate life in the future, or mostly the fact that, in the next six months or so, my scholarship will run out, the thesis will hopefully be done, and in the spirit of the economy, or the fact that I like to spend money, I may have to understand, or at least consider, that I may very well have to get a real job. Hello? Are you still there?
Oh. Yah. That.
A job!!! Eek!
Sigh. This is, apparently what I’m “supposed” to do. Heavier sigh. Although, with my rebellious nature, since when do I ever do what I’m “supposed” to do?