So, grad student friends, you know how sometimes you wish you could be a real adult? Like you look around and other people who are 28 have houses, spouses with real jobs, children*, retirement plans, more than one car, washers/dryers**, furniture not salvaged from a dumpster, a backyard... You know, those things.
I had come to terms with (almost) all of the above. Until last night when I came home and received a notice that the USPS decided we no longer qualify for mail service. Ouch. Totally sub-citizens.
I have this song in my head, but I am not going to sleep until this war is over. I have already written my representatives and postmaster and attended a (rather subdued) radical meeting. I plan to Facebook all my politician friends and use the fear of an election year to get a critical mass behind me continuing to get my steady stream of airline-mile-supplied free magazines.
* I recognize you can have children and still not be a real adult.
** Um, check back with me on Friday 'bout that.