Shitting Blood For You
So one week from today, I'll probably be freaking out all kinds of shitting blood as I try to obsessively strip apart and put together my last Warren Wilson packet ever ever ever. It is so close that Sara and I can look at movie and concert listings and say to each other, "Thats the last ____ we'll ever have to skip because of grad school." Holy shit.

Not that there's not still plenty to do. For one thing, I'll want to spit and polish my entire manuscript front to back before I send it off at the end of November. And I have to write my class. Oh, and a bookshop annotation for Ernest Hemingway's In Our Time, a short-story collection I first read in my first really good college-level English class (*cough* Bob Lamb *cough*) which subsequently lead to me getting an English minor, which subsequently lead to me going to one grad school for English and then another for fiction. Maybe it's a stretch to you, but at the end of things like this you'll reach for any pattern you can find.

Guys, after January will come the first time in my life that I was not continuously in some school or another. We are in the time where that is almost happening shortly!