what to do after i finish pretending i can write a poetry syllabus

clean the bedroom?
clean the kitchen?
drink the rest of the vodka in the freezer?
slit my wrists?
burn my bookshelf of list reading?
do laundry?
call my psychologist?
cut off my hair and dye it blonde?
see if i can sell naked pictures of myself online and make up enough money to buy a jadeite citrus juicer?
kick my car out of frustration that i can't drive it to san francisco or las vegas?
make 25 sets of bead spider earrings?


study for my exams? no.