Bare with me…I’m a little buzzed…maybe really buzzed.  I was downtown (such as it is in this town) briefly, and now I’m back on campus, drinking solo.  I had some rum…but I think I’m more messed up from the rum dipped cigarillos (I just smoked a whole pack of them).

 

Pleasant buzz…

 

Earlier tonight I had my first short fiction class of the year.  It’s filler really, I have all my hours, I just need to finish the thesis (and have enough hours to get my loan money in the meantime).  It’s taught by one of my old writing buddies…the lovely Joanna Tweedy Wilmore.  Even better, her, I and the rest of the old crew will be meeting up sometime real soon.  I miss those guys.  I feel fairly centered in their company.

 

I’m the only grad student in this class (big fish in a little pond).  The woman I pared (paired?) up with to exchange and and (where did that renegade “and” come from???) critique stories with, said she was very impressed with my command of words.  She said she didn’t feel qualified to critique my work (which was very nice of her to say).  I assured her that wasn’t the case and and (ah!!!) I valued her opinion (which I did…it’s the foolish, arrogant prick who doesn’t find some value in audience input).  And wouldn’t you know it, a part that she didn’t quite understand (and a word that she had never heard of) gave me some insight into what I need to change in the piece.

 

Over the weekend I say…saw the movie CITY OF LOST CHILDREN…because two people (who don’t even know each other) said I had to see this French film.  And indeed they were right.  It’s one of those imagination expanding experiences…and I like my imagination with extra stretch marks and a whole litter of birthed, chimerical critters.

 

I’m having trouble getting brain waves to my fingers…so I think I’ll stop typing…