Sunday Morning

Okay, it's really Sunday afternoon. I've spent the past week attending AWP vicariously through Shanna Compton's (and others') blog. Damn. Everybody is WAY cooler than me. Shanna got to eat at Rick Bayless' restaurant AND she peeped the new Court Green, of which I don't yet have a copy.

Meanwhile, I'm hanging out in dark bars drinking pabst and bourbon and talking to strangers in distress. Good thing classes start again tomorrow.