Well. "On my own" might be a bit of an exaggeration, since right now I still have no job and no apartment. I wish that made me spunky and adventurous, but it will probably just make me a mooching recluse, eating cereal with the shades drawn and watching reruns of "I Love Lucy" in my boyfriend's place while he's at work. Then when he confronts me, I'll shout, "I'M WORKING ON MY WRITING. THIS IS THE GATHERING INSPIRATION STAGE" before asking him to please buy some more Raisin Bran and maraschino cherries next time he's out.
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