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Monday, February 13, 2017

I have to get out of here...

No time for a real post today. Pearls are bouncing all over the place, plates smashing to the floor; it's almost 9 p.m., I've been here since 9:30 a.m., and apart from about 10 minutes to wolf down lunch, I've been hard at it the whole time--and more to come tomorrow. Didn't get the essays marked for Wednesday's conferences--a few, but not all. God knows when I'll get them done, or Thursdays. I may be caught up on P&B stuff (until, as I just said in an e-mail to my colleagues on the committee, my hair catches fire in tomorrow's meeting).

It's a lead pipe cinch that I'm going to be in the office over the break, just to organize handouts. Fuck me sideways.

Maybe more tomorrow. Christ...

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