It’s not over until…

I’ve always said I was a writer, albeit unknown. I write about all sort of things, except when I don’t. Recently, I’ve become an accountant, counting other people’s money. And because of it, returned to school. I now wear a student’s thinking cap. They only gave me a used one, so… the gears have turned rusty, on this thinking cap. I’m waiting for the upgrade, but they said it’ll cost a pretty penny. It’s slow to process many things, it was made in 71. I’m not sure if it was 1871 or 1771. It could have been 1671, it feels like one. Perhaps It’s as old as time, this thinking cap likes to argue. It argues with the computer and its logic. Absurd, I know. One supposes that the thinking cap was somehow imbued with illogical thinking. After all, how can the teacher assign the 13th chapter when it’s not even in the book? It also argues with me, this thinking cap. I tell it I am old and just leave me alone. It counters that I paid excessively for this one class surely I have the will to pass. Just pass for heaven’s sake! But because my thinking cap is eons old, what am I to do?

I ought to buy another computer so it can think for me. Set my thinking cap upon its monitor and press a button. I’m sure between the two of them, they’ll come up with a solution and get me that PhD.

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