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Wondering what that is?

That is a (backwards) view of my very first rejection letter.

A year after I sent my first batch of poems out to a *real* publication I finally received an answer; the answer being a polite and concise “no, thanks.”

It’s exciting. It’s a reminder that I’m at least getting my stuff out there.

I’m going to frame it.

Tomorrow I get to pay various bills in the amount of $800ish dollars.

Why are these the weeks that I always want to shop?

I have $1,000 to pay off on a spring break trip between now and October. I wonder if I should cut my beach vacation with The Boy short to rack up some hours. The frustrated child in me says “Nooooo!! No no no no no no!!!” the adult with a dwindling bank account says, “Yes. Money is good. We like food.”

I’m still deciding whom I’m going to listen to.

And today I found out through the grapevine that in 6ish months my mentor is moving halfway across the world. Which means she will no longer be teaching. Which means that the program that I helped revive from near extinction will no longer have a director. Which means I will probably not be coordinating a conference this March.

Not to mention I’m losing one of my best friends in the process.

I need a drink.*

*or ice cream and SATC. Or just sex. I’m coming up empty on all fronts. Damn it.

EDIT: Also, I’ve joined the cult that is Twitter. Follow me and my inane existence at Ablogofherown1

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