A). I went to a reading last night, and ran into people I know from class. Who promptly told me that they're really sorry they missed my being workshopped, and could they please get a copy of whatever the Hell I brought in, because they really want to read it. They think, from my comments, that I'm probably worth reading.

. . . damn.

B). I'm considering submitting to this. I mean. What could it hurt?

C). I really hate the fact that most of my friends live in Oregon/Washington.

D). I threw up on a train platform . . . Tuesday? Yes. Tuesday. Typical period-y doom. I'm probably going to end up going back on birth control because of it, if only because heeeeey, I don't need that sex drive anyway (not like I'm seeing anyone right now), and it's probably better than puking every time my period comes around. Hm.

E). I really need to start writing poetry again.

F). Dammit. I really do miss him. :/