Yes, I'm working on Estella. I'm just short on time. But it's coming! Tomorrow!
I'm feeling rather hermity given all the crap I'm working on at the moment. Classes continue to kick. my. ass. But, I did get the schedule for Spring this morning and it's fantastic. I'll be teaching two online classes, and the other two classes I'm teaching will meet back to back on Tuesday and Thursday. The best part of the whole damn deal, TWO LITERATURE CLASSES!!! One online and one in person.
All I really want to do right now is quit all of my jobs, run off to the mountains, and write snarky essays and grotesque short stories a la Joyce Carol Oates. Not that I'm that good, but I'd like to try.
I'm still girl-crushing on Miranda July even though I have yet to read No One Belongs Here More Than You (short stories). She's on the cover of Bust magazine this time around, and I just wanna pinch her cheeks. Speaking of Bust, I haven't gotten my copy. Which means Mom probably didn't renew it (early graduation/birthday/Christmas/whatever present).
A guy came into the Writing Center with AWESOME tattoos today. I got the name of his tat guy and Googled the place. I think I've found a winner, folks. Tattoo ideas are a'brewin'.
I'm ready for my two days off next week. Really damn ready.
More later, when I get my head out of my arse.