So, in addition to having exceedingly minimal internet time available to post stuff lately, I also feel like I have very little interesting to say.

Applied Lit Crit plugs on. I continue to be surprised at the magical combination of a teacher who relates well to me and the fruits of years of writing practice equaling lots of high marks for what ( Read more... )

So, I'm maybe looking for a roommate. Maybe. Maybe my little sister is packing what she can into her car a week from, well, now today, and maybe she's not. She's waiting for news. And for money. I'm personally hoping (mostly for her sake) that she doesn't go. At least not right now. It's all a little complicated. But if you pray, prayers are ( Read more... )

 
Tuesday's Metrics: 231 words, because my writing time was interrupted by a conversation about Thomas Hardy and Ernest Hemmingway with a coworker. So, while they're scanty words, the ones I didn't write were for a good cause.

I talked to two people about housing/roommate situations yesterday evening. One of which will involve five other roommates ( Read more... )