This conversation took place on Dec. 23, 2008.
Me: Sorry I've been short today. It's hard right now, keeping up a happy face when I have no interview at MLA. Sure, I get to go to San Francisco, tour about, see some friends, which is peaches; but good God, this trying not hope, and then hoping anyway, and then nothing. This is about as Zen as I get about it. I try not to get attached to the possiblility of a job, but then I do. Just sucks sometimes.
Fleur de Bretagne: Well ... honey, I say you finish the two books this spring, and then just shit-can the whole thing! Go to Europe for a month or two, see your cousins, and reimagine yourself. It's more emotional trouble than it's worth.
Me: Shit-can? (which, as a verb, is hyphenated)
Fleur: Well, I mean it.
(I'm feeling MUCH better about the whole sitch after That!)
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This is why I love your mother. My God. That's what I call unconditional love.
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