I have and have had many names and titles in my lifetime. I rarely get 8 hours of sleep, and rarely spend less than 13 hours at work. Needless to say, I'm chronically tired. I'm tired of postponing happiness, and I'm tired of the way garbage keeps winding up on the lawn in front of my patio. I am a spinster, and I recruit.
Spinsterhood is where it's at, baby.
The culmination of a life-long dream, the achievement of spinsterhood is everything it's cracked up to be. A comfortable independent life of books, feline, fish, garden, oven, music, knitting, and fireplace. If it weren't for this accursed job thing, life would be ideal. My favorite English professor once said, half-jokingly, that the world can be seperated into people who loved Jane Austen and those who loved Charlotte Bronte. Like him, I'm an Austen-ophile.