Oh Lorrie Moore, how I adore you. It's nice to get back to some writing with meaning. I get so sucked into these damned YA supernatural/dystopian novels. They are a guilty pleasure. Guilty pleasures are what I've needed lately. I'm hoping that by 2011 I'll feel revived. All I want to do is stay home anymore. I'm too mentally exhausted for much else. I'm not even unhappy. Just tired. It seems hard to explain. A little bit physical too.
"I think I'm anemic."
"Are you on Web MD?"
I officially filed on Tuesday.
I've had syrup on my shirt since this morning and I just don't care. If it's 5 o clock somewhere does that mean I can go home?
"I think I'm anemic."
"Are you on Web MD?"
I officially filed on Tuesday.
I've had syrup on my shirt since this morning and I just don't care. If it's 5 o clock somewhere does that mean I can go home?
