Well, it seems that in the span of 4 hours I have gone from being unemployed to being booked for most, if not all, of June. I start tomorrow...which wasn't exactly in the cards, but I couldn't bring myself to say no to an assignment that will bring me steady income for 3 weeks.
By the time that's all over, I should have my loan check and I can relax, read, write, and travel for all of July and August.
I think the universe wants me working in an office. Why doesn't the universe want me to be a rich poet with a cute gardner?
something wicked
3 hours ago
