>Still sick, but on the upswing.
I got motivated and went to the supermarket a yesterday afternoon. I walked in and was met with a most unusual scene. The upperclassmen of a fraternity had descended upon the store for a scavenger hunt and were playing produce football, launging with the manager, shouting things to each other like, “Big fag Slovieski on aisle four!”
Good times. I rallied for a bit and went to dinner with Partridge and Waterflicker and strangely, was approached by a woman with a tiny notebook, asking us to write a few things about purple. I jotted her a little story about purple a guy, whom the narrator hated and was saddened by, though she kept his goldfish. Waterflicker wrote her a haiku and Partridge gave her a list of sorts. Anyway, I wasn’t able to rally for long, as I haven’t had much sleep in the past week or so, so I started to fade and went home and right to bed.
Anyhoot, if you will again pardon me for a vanterie sans scrupule, three reviews I wrote are up on Bookslut. Swing by. Give them a look. Click around.
Because I haven’t been terribly productive in the last few days because I haven’t been feeling too spiffy, I woke up with that vague panic this morning that I get when I feel behind. Back to work.