I should have posted something else on here. I am having trouble with my classes, seems that no matter how long I stare at the screen a research paper will not appear. This is funny. I thought there was something magical in our studies, a partition between the creative powers of the layman versus master craftsman. Alack the day, I am wrong!
I do enjoy these distractions, hours of poetry a day while years of accumulated grade points go to waste, while I blow the rest of my savings waiting for a check to magically appear (happened a few times before in fact so don't assume, however childish I am, that the goddesses hate me), and O flourishing happiness to return to solitude day after day hermetically sealed in a boring interlude where just out of reach is so much human mindless social energy.
Sorry, a bit wild with the run-on. I forgot my point but something like flunking out of grad school and becoming a hermit? Something o' that, I'll keep my public posted.