(The Headache part will probably come tomorrow).
Residency is over, and I have to say that I'm glad to be home. Currently as Our Lady Peace belts "A story about a Girl" I'm also "waking up slowly" from the dream of being away from The Gloaming for eleven days. Tomorrow is back to work, and already I've heard from Peabody that the server is coughing and choking horribly after its near death resuscitation right before I left (you see, the server's kernel corrupted 2 hours before my shift was over on the last thursday before residency--I ended up spending 3.5 hours with it in the ICU trying to get it to come back to life....it did, but apparently the stroke caused some unseen [at the time] damage to the automation.)
So in addition to potentially 1,500 emails, and the office conversion, I'll also be heading into The Gloaming tomorrow full knowing that the Razorblade Netserver will be needing an overhaul in addition to a buncha other stuff.
But enough about The Gloaming for now (Big Brother might be watching, after all).
Residency did exactly as residency should, It gave me tons of useful feedback on my stories, a new and fabulous mentor, and strengthened all my friendships all the more. Yes, it made me an exhausted tired motherfucker, but also, it made me pretty pumped as the tail end of my MFA program slides towards me.
This semester's goal: an Extended Critical Essay on Metafiction, and hopefully a pile more fiction...ideally enough stories to start cinching the collection that I have in mind.
In other news, Sue and Molly "Marzipan" had a very nice time in Louisville, and Dave & Rod did a wonderful job into stealing our hearts and making us love Kentucky. So I say to you, State of Kentucky, Offer me a job when I graduate, Ok?
Finally, I've set up a writing collective called SWING (Spalding Writers is Not a Group). If you haven't gotten an invitation and you want to join us, send me an email.
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Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
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