I had macaroni and cheese for both breakfast and lunch today, because friends came over and made dinner for my birthday and left all the leftovers in my fridge. I feel gross. I do not feel the need to eat dinner. Instead I am sitting on the couch, drinking Gatorade, because it is SO HOT here that I almost threw up during spin class and now I'm worried about electrolytes. This feeling might also have something to do with the amount of wine I had last night, which was a lot. I know I had several phone conversations with relatives that ended in them saying, Um, well. Okay. I'm going to let you go now, which I think means that I spaced out and stopped talking.
The last few days have been a rush of working on and thinking about writing, which has been great. A lot of people I know are doing the same thing right now, because A Really Great Small Poetry Press's open submissions period ends on June 30th. Today I rearranged and deleted and added to my manuscript, but I am still not convinced by its form, so I haven't submitted it yet. I'm doing a lot of writing my thoughts down, and asking questions of other writer friends, which has helped me to articulate those thoughts. I don't feel stuck--I feel like progress has been made, and I'm moving in the right direction. I DID, however, submit the Cheerleader chapbook to a different place tonight, which is EEEEEEEE and YEAH and OH SHIT all at once. Unlike the book, none of the pieces of the chapbook have been published (or sent out). Maybe I should do that. Yeah. Maybe I will do that tonight, too. Good thinking. It helps to write stuff down.