i went shopping. for a gift, and then i bought a new book of poetry by donald hall and two pair of shoes. i know. i have enough shoes, but too fucking bad. i feel slightly guilty, because i already shopped at bed bath and beyond earlier this week and bought things like an omelet maker, a clip that holds your spoon right on the pan (for the big cook that i am), mini non-stick pans, a huge bag o’ tea light candles, and new satin finish 350 thread count egyptian cotton sheets.

whatever. i’m blowing money. and eating brownies and potato chips and drinking too much. i’ll get over this bad week and go back to my monastic (ok, i exaggerate) (more like frugal) lifestyle.

i went out to the car, and checked the mail on the way. i found a postcard in my box. it was from a major national women’s literary journal to whom i’ve submitted some poetry. they informed me that my work has made the final round, and is being considered for two different upcoming issues. they still have to make final decisions, but this is very very good news. even if i don’t get in, it’s HUGE to be in the final round of submissions. i won’t say what the journal is, until they’ve accepted me formally

so. just when i needed to be reminded of who i really am, and that i can do so much better than that crappy fuckhead across the street, the message gets through.

…people really make you feel better. i just had a very long chat online with NJMan, and he totally made me feel better about the loser. he can be pretty awesome, even though he gets down on himself a lot…

i’m doing better. thank you for caring, everybody…