part of the rain has fallen, the rest still to fall

I got all these poetry books today out of the library and now I'm going through them and getting mad and disappointed about them in turn. I think that's the only thing that my 6 years of fine education qualifies me to do: to check out and then yell about shitty books of poetry. To say nothing of the good books, of course. I think I have checked out Charles Wright's Appalachia more than any other person in the history of people. I check it out, keep it until it's overdue, then I check it out again. I should really just buy the goddamn thing. It's $5.15 at the Barnes and Noble website, and I even have a giftcard. $5.15 is less than fines I've accrued for checking out the stupid book. I will not probably not, all the same.

It is being really stormy right now in Staunton and the wind is slamming the windows in their frames.

I'm really, really scared about jobs and money right now, but I'm also really, really bored of being scared about jobs and money right now. I applied for two jobs tonight. One of them is something that could potentially combine my nerd passion for history with my human love of eating. The other could possibly involve other humans luring me into their basements and eating me. Hmm.

Both jobs are in C-ville. C-ville.