One day I will work with animals, that's what I'm gonna do--Steven Page, Barenaked Ladies

Or ex-Barenaked Lady, clothed and coked out. If I wrote that song maybe she'd go something like this:

One day I will build a small town, or maybe even two, and I'd put in there a pie shop, that maybe sold one of you.

Pie can be sold and consumed, but you cannot, if we maintain decent morals. I worry that I don't spend enough time finding the stuff that can't be bought. Even this grad school stuff--I bought my way in. I don't know what that means. Do I only interact with those that did the same? Are they all going to be whitish middle class Americans with whom I bond naturally, or will I find people and things wholly unrelated to what I purchased.

I wonder a lot what my days will entail. Will I be bored, lonely, overworked, and underslept? I truly fear those four essential life elements in this upcoming life. The last hasn't crossed paths with me since university #1. My love of moderation might need to stand down for extreme lifestyle adjustment.