I'm home. I got my MFA. My reading was a wild success - my lecture was adored. Terry shone with pride. My workshop mentor told me to submit my workshop piece (which was the shittiest piece in my manuscript) for publication. I made tons of new friends - solidified those that had already been made. I got home and slept for twelve hours. Ate chinese food and watched In Treatment with Jamie.
Got two dates coming up. A casual Thursday on the horizon. Sean and Carly on Friday.
I'm submitting pieces for publication, and am beginning the long slog through rejection.
I just accidentally ashed a cigarette into a newly opened can of diet coke and drank it anyway, and, after a moment's consideration, have decided that I'm okay with that.
My life is fucking swell.
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