I think it is perhaps time I actually subject myself to a job. Bard, it seems, is not a true profession here. A tragedy, really.
I've narrowed it down to the following:
Music teacher Professional bum Singing telegram Museum tour guide
It may need some fine tuning, but I am still looking. I have, unfortunately, become accustomed to being a lazy flower. If only I could continue to just live a jolly life of Sailor Moon, karaoke, and not having to sully my delicate hands.