Far away
Three far away
by King Xuejiu. It's a lonely time here. I might have one job prospect at hand -- just something I saw online so, by my definition, unlikely to pan out. But still. I'll give it a college try.
Speaking of which, that feels like a huge waste right about now. ya know? At least other Ivy Leaguers are on the ropes as well... though that's small comfort.
The singleness is just adding to the woe. I haven't been able to stop lately, between work and extracurriculars (tonight, a meeting for the Fringe Fest house managers. That'll be an infusion of $500, at least, for the 10 nights of work). And then I come home and it's bills and DSL service calls and credit cards and "are we going broke?" Happily, no. Not yet. But I'll probably need to go to that gawdy mistress, Canvassing, for July. Such dirty service.
This is an old pic, of course. From Maine. But it just captures a sense of loneliness I can remember so deeply right now.