In that boat with everyone else

Today was the last day of classes. I feel there should be some jubilance. I even think I could find the time for jubilence, but I can't find the money. Frigging money. I would like to be able to afford pizza or cheese cappelletti (or my bills or groceries). Instead I'll be here, in my bed, laying on my ice pack, being a good girl and working on the three papers and one creative alternative that I have to finish in the next few days, and packing, and singing, and moving and yeah. I'm tired and poor; just like everyone else.