Fate's not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows.

The only reason I haven't blogged in four days is that I've been dying to post my first workshop poem, but I haven't been able to ask my professor if that's plagiarism. I figure I shouldn't take any chances with that one.

I don't have class today so this afternoon I am Going Out to Find Myself a Job. I haven't heard from Foxgloves, and I'm too stressed out about finances to keep waiting. On the bright side, Victoria's less-facial-piercing-required equivalent of Divine is hiring. Someone tell me to break a leg.

Not literally, of course. I've already almost done that once.