Tom is Away

not feeling sharp today.

at least i remembered to pay my rent.

maybe corey simon can be the next steve emtman.

revisionizing.

i hope this loosely planned class doesn’t fail tomorrow.

Only ESPN could try to turn the worst natural disaster in US history into a Brett Favre story.

searching for a printer, because I think I need one sooner than later.

planning tomorrow’s class.

mulling over the likelihood and practicality of shooting for the Exeter fellowship, which would put me in Boston for a year with a $10k stipend and all expenses covered.

showering off the haircut leavins.

burning up the phone lines.

would’ve been back much sooner if only the damn office hadn’t closed for lunch as i was making my last set of copies.

making about a million copies of stuff for my class. back in a while.

getting myself ready to start up the day.

asleep. morning means I have to do a bunch of dumb junk. It’ll be awesome.

feeling like rudy huxtable when she wasn’t allowed to wear that stupid dress with the dinosaurs on it.

finished my rough draft. even when i plan for a story to be 8 pages, it’s 17. I suck at that.

anyway, i’m out for a while.

off the internet so i can focus.

back, working on a story.
if I get it done soon enough, i can go out too.
Have my beer and eat it too, if you will.

at workshop. then trying not to go out tonight, but you never know if the PBR will be calling my name.

working for a few more minutes.