I spent the entirety of the day attending to a hideously boring administrative task of mind-blowing tedium. Really, I think I would have had a better time being fitted for a colostomy bag. Once again, Wednesday, my sacrosanct writing day? Not so sacro and not so sanct.
After leaving the office late in the evening, I went to Hy-Vee to pick up some groceries. And I don’t know if it was just excessive fatigue, or if I was simply Hallucinating Lesbians, but it seemed as if the store was crawling with dykes. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. As a sort of coup de grace, k.d. lang was playing on the loudspeakers, further enhancing the effect of Hallucinatory Sapphistry.
Tomorrow will be jam-fucking-packed. I just spent the last two hours trying to work ahead a bit in a last-ditch effort to make tomorrow easier. At the end of the day, though, I’ll be giving an opening feature reading for the Vermillion Literary Project’s first poetry slam of the year. It should be fun.
Okay, I’m off to cram in a bit more stuff to try and make the pack less jammed before I go to bed!