rah rah. ah ah ah. roma. romama.

Erin says to not be so hard on myself. She read my last post and reminded me that Micah Perks has sage advice - grad school for creative writing is nowhere as good for the person right out of school than the person who waitressed for a couple of years (what she did) and then goes back to school.

I think that's what I'm going to do. Because let's face it, what I like doing is teaching and what I like doing is reading and editing work. I like a creative life, and I believe that's what I can offer myself.

In the meantime, I'm still managing to work without a day off until Max and I leave for Sundance. I have worked every day since the 7th or so. so it will be about 20 days in the row. And I wonder why I'm sick.

I'm going to find aspirin. And coffee. I'm going to perk up, and eat something filling and get myself to work on time. Those socks won't sell themselves.

hey. good morning.

Here, There, Everywhere was playing in the coffee place this morning, and I was glad to hear it.

Yesterday I ate a bacon maple apple donut. And I had the best Bloody Mary of my short life.

Tonight, Max and I get to eat 50 dollars worth of Sushi for 25 dollars. I don't quite understand how that works, but it's an exciting prospect no matter what.

I talked to Jason from work yesterday, and I'm glad I don't feel alone in the things that I feel.