add it up

right now i'm not very happy. i don't know why. i was fine, and then all of a sudden i was overcome with a case of the blues. it seemed to coincide with thoughts of the weekend being over, and all of the work i need to do. i'm tired. i just want to curl up with a good book then go to sleep. but i have a midterm to write. and i don't have time to read things that interest me. which is infuriating. i spend my time reading 'the greats', and you know what? i can write circles around at least half of them. and the other half? well, maybe half of those are still relevant. the curriculum is bunk. the ivory tower is rotted from the inside out. and it only adds to my weariness.

but such is life. i've chosen to shoulder student loans and there's no turning back now. i need that degree, and then i'll need a job. and for what? to sacrifice myself for the almighty Dollar. i wish i had a benefactor, a patron, a fairy godmother. some wealthy soul who puts me up in a London flat and takes me to cafe lunches, and in return i produce wondrous works of art and tell them stories. but the age of romance and art is dead. we live in a time ruled by numbers. and i, i have never excelled at mathematics. all i know is that one is the loneliest number, that three is a crowd, and that thirty is the age i am no longer to be trusted.