Oh dear christ I should not have had that pizza. (At least not so much of it).  Ugh. Tonight was the night-- well, afternoon/evening, really, but it got dark while we were working-- we on the editorial board of the college art and lit magazine went through each and every one of the eighty-eight submissions we recieved this month and rejected ( Read more... )

I'm returning the things I found. I have begun the long, slow process of returning the things I found. The man's name is Jason, and I finally caught up with him through the air full of invisible pulses, signals calling, things that sound magical but are actually only electricity and luck. He was travelling through Tennessee, and I could hear the ( Read more... )

(a.) There needs to be a word for that feeling where you're engaging in an activity you normally find soothing, and you aren't actually bored with it, but you have a persistently nagging thought that you really ought to be doing something more interesting than what you're currently doing. Closest I can get is "restlessness," but it isn't even as ( Read more... )