2004-04-09 - 7:24 p.m.
dear diary,
seriously. the decemberists.
they're ruining me.
but, in a nice way.
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i haven't been paying regular homage to you diary, but the schedule has been insanely insane lately.
the good news: i won a writing scholarship.
the bad news: i have about 90 awards ceremonies to go to this month, on top of three public speaking deals that i am not real stoked on but am doing them as a favor to my mentor, and another because i was asked specifically to speak. ADDITIONALLY i have about 9 peer reviews waiting to be read, as well as 10 revisions for poetry, and 1 short fiction revision.
more bad news: i haven't done a fucking thing all week except listen to music and smoke.
the good news: i might just have a job as a freelance writer.
the bad news: unemployment checks = 2 left.
the good news: i like fishing.
the bad news: i like fishing.
the good news: i cut my hair.
the bad news: i never should have used plastic left handed scissors. but i'm impatient and childlike. that's endearing, right?