…I’m doing tonight. One: the essay I’ve so procrastinated on–its almost done, I have almost 11 pages of garbage to sort through. It’s due tomorrow. Two: surfing here and looking for a Russian poet–Svetlana something or other– mentioned by Patrick Friesen the other night at a reading. His poem about her death still holds me.
At 6:30AM my breath is not pleasant.
Wouldn’t that be MF panther/rockstar/structuralist breath?
Tracy, did you get that essay done?
rx*, where’s yer blog?
Yes. Not good but done.
Sigh (heaviest one yet).
(Oh the drama!)
I swear if no one ever kicks me in the nuts I am never going to learn:
Why don’t we forget that the paper was
late? I won’t take off late marks, and I
hope that you feel better soon. Best, M.
In any case, my paper went okay. Unfortunately, my thesis was not that solid. Trying to nail down time/narration… just don’t think I quite got it. My examples were solid I think. Probably could have used one more story, but I was very sleepy. I feel like I let down Grace and Faith though and I don’t know that I am okay with that. Well, I am because I handed in the paper…
I think I need my own blog.
Congrats you two. I expect nothing short of an A from the both of you.
rx*, a tutor with steel toed boots might do the trick. Where’s that blog?