i'm too exhausted to write anything of note, but i just wanted to record that final reviews went very well today. nothing that slit a quick incision into my skin and poured tarry scary words inside, nothing depressing. in fact, enlightening and encouraging. i'm learning, though, that good news often has some sort of bad news at its tail and all i can do is just keep working hard to fend off any scary bad news demons.
manuscript revision due tomorrow. better get my rest while i can. so tired driving home i kept seeing lights as streaks instead of brakes, my eyes unable to focus, but that sounds scarier than it felt, i just recognized i was looking at the world through tired streaky eyes and i drove on, singing along to any song i could find i knew the words to, skipping tracks until i did.
someone today explained my work as their ipod on shuffle. shuffle shuffle. shuffle. shuffle.