Sartre the Unicorn.

It's another wonderful Friday afternoon and everything is exciting. I'm going to write a thesis, encoraging lively discourse from learned halls and hallways. I'll get a PhD. I'll curate new exhibitions, indoctrinating creativity into our supermarkets. Finally. Omaha will get why it's important to recycle and that Obama is not Muslim and if he were, it's OK. I'm going to inspire not only the children but the worn and educated. With my visionary humanities work, I will put an end to crime, to poverty and to hatred. I'm so excited.

On Sunday, I can't write one more paper. I can't afford a mortgage. My miracle Education Arts Unicorn seems so far away. I stare at her now, glowing on her mountain. All I can think, "What will I do?"