Her Green Figs

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

14 May 2006

Making Matters Worse

I checked the status of my grad school application late late last night, hoping to cheer myself up. Bad move. "Rejected." If I lose this house tomorrow, that will pretty much be everything I've been counting on. Oh, maybe somebody could let me know that HeartThrob and UnsuitableGirlfriend are engaged. That would really do me in. I'm really very very upset about school even if it does make my life a little easier. No school eliminates my hope of getting out of this awful library work. Now I'll probably have to agree to full-time library crap.

Or perhaps I should take this as a sign to work more on writing/publishing? A beautifully published first novel with a good review from Kirkus might be better than a big blue hood, I suppose. I could probably be as excited about buying new furniture for my new house as I would be about choosing linguistics classes for the fall. Doesn't last as long, though.