thoughts right now
at work cannot concentrate on anything but hot skin too many clothes sitting at desk want to be in cold water or near calm breeze under some love&affection not fluorescent lights.
at least i have the most crunchycool cucumbers (organic & from the first batch of my local CSA!) to eat for lunch.
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also cannot stop thinking about grad schools, the blue post-it tails sticking out in multiples along the fore-edges or stuck into the gutters (yeah, that book binding comes in handy sometimes!). purchasing two books on mfa programs was supposed to make this process easier, not head-ache inducing.
i just want: to write, to be given time to write, a community of other writers who want to support each other while maintaining a healthy level of competition to keep me fresh, not to take the GRE's (as they will prove absolutely nothing about my ability to construct a creative masterpiece or at least a little ditty with some poetics), funding funding funding, professors who believe in their students and don't view teaching as a "chore" or a "consequence" or a "chance to produce a mini-me-poet", to live somewhere that inspires me & calms me & pushes me & doesn't give me emotional belly-ache.
i guess "just" isn't quite accurate in my heart of wants.
at least i have the most crunchycool cucumbers (organic & from the first batch of my local CSA!) to eat for lunch.
**
also cannot stop thinking about grad schools, the blue post-it tails sticking out in multiples along the fore-edges or stuck into the gutters (yeah, that book binding comes in handy sometimes!). purchasing two books on mfa programs was supposed to make this process easier, not head-ache inducing.
i just want: to write, to be given time to write, a community of other writers who want to support each other while maintaining a healthy level of competition to keep me fresh, not to take the GRE's (as they will prove absolutely nothing about my ability to construct a creative masterpiece or at least a little ditty with some poetics), funding funding funding, professors who believe in their students and don't view teaching as a "chore" or a "consequence" or a "chance to produce a mini-me-poet", to live somewhere that inspires me & calms me & pushes me & doesn't give me emotional belly-ache.
i guess "just" isn't quite accurate in my heart of wants.