I can’t even remember today it’s been so stressful, having no money is not fun.
Even though I’d spent two weeks on the BIG application I found this morning that my printer was out of ink. I resolved to get the bus to uni and print there. Got ready, went to the bank – no money! You can’t do much without money, no bus fare, not enough for a stamp-nada!
All for nothing. You need money to get money. Luckily I put together enough copper to get to uni were I got an emergency loan of £30.
How is it that I can be this educated and this unemployable? It appears there is no place for me here. And yet I continue to make and think and work and write. Sometimes it seems as if I’m ascending a vertical building with soapy hands. I suppose at least I am attempting to ascend.
