I feel really out of it today, like reality has once again lost its grasp on me. But then, I don't really live in reality.
Speaking of things that aren't real, today is my wedding anniversary. 6 years ago, my friends and I had a quadruple wedding at Megan's house. I married my imaginary friend Andy, Megan married my coat, Heather married Ezekiel the imaginary frog, and Sarah married a poster of Taylor Hanson. So happy anniversary, Andy. You've been a great imaginary husband, and I'm glad we have so many imaginary children together.
I had this plan to avoid taking another Nesset class, but that went down the potty. I was going to take the poetry workshop with Chris Bakken in the fall and then take the fiction workshop in the spring with Kerry Bakken, but that's not going to work. If I want to pull off a fiction writing comp in the spring, I need to take the fiction workshop first. So I'll have to take it in the fall with Nesset. Fuck. And I won't take the poetry workshop anyway, because I'd rather take figure drawing. *grumblegrumble* Oh well. I'm thinking of also taking Chinese in the fall because I have room in my schedule and I want to learn Chinese anyway. Next year promises to be absolute chaos, between living with a bunch of my guy friends, comping, and being old enough to purchase alcohol (not that I will on a regular basis, but since I'm a writer, I need to develop some sort of substance abuse problem, and I don't think that anything computer-related counts).
Ah, Sunday. Time to make up for all the slacking I did this weekend and try to do some homework. Maybe by tomorrow my mind will come back from holiday.