Remember when
we thought we could write poetry
and then
we went
to college
and were proven wrong?

Uneasy night, don't ask me why. Things that are fundamentally bothering me right now:

1. Missing the boat on my application to become an invigilator. Or: EASY and FREE money.
2. The fact that I will never be full or bright enough to become a Fulbright Scholar. (See what I did there?)
3. The fact that I'd planned to do research today, but then someone nicked my book, so all I read was a lousy article on Godard. Had nothing to do with anything.
4. Joblessness.

So much angst! But at least I'm warm.