1. imply that everyone else could not possibly be as busy as you are, and
2. also might start a war about who is, in point of fact, busier.
(me. obviously.)
But still: I am feeling frantic. I will not elaborate. I will just say, however, that in the next week, the following shall occur, with or without me, in my personal body, doing the events that the occurrences imply:
- write a poem a day, because (a) National Poetry Month, and (b) priorities.
- bind 400 chapbooks! with students! (are you coming to this event? you totally should!)
- meet with an unknown amount of students, because who knows if they will sign up? even if I beg them?
- put in my travel forms GOSH
- work out loads of times, because (a) working out makes me feel better, thus (b) sanity, or what passes for it
- teach a Publication Center workshop because way back when we planned the schedule it seemed like a good idea to do this the week before the chapbook launch hell YES
- take just a few more things to Print Services, and beg them to print them immediately
- catch up on all the things that I left to their own devices while I gallivanted away to Houston and then to Cedar City on academic and literary jaunts, huzzah!
- teach the Publication Studies class, whatevs
- defend America, aka all the department curriculum proposals before the General Education Committee, good LORD
- go and pick up my Costco membership that has been waiting literally for months so I can
- buy refreshments for the event
- and other administrative issues too banal, frustrating, and so forth to elaborate BUT I COULD ELABORATE, HOLY HELL I COULD
Etcetera.
Not complaining though, not one bit.
I'm just going to say, though, that I have mostly been keeping up with Poem A Day for National Poetry Month (the cruelest month). And I'm gonna brag about it here.
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