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The grants apps have now been Fed Exed.

I hope they all yield big, fat checks.

But if they do not,

I won’t be distraught–

I’m on salary, bitch, what the heck?

I don’t think that I’ve bathed in a week.

My clothes are beginning to reek.

I look like a mess,

but it’s all for the best:

I’m cultivating my reputation as a freak.

Deadlines made this last week stink–

but that’s done, and now I can think

of new drinking games

for Kaytie and James

and tidy the house for The Minx.