A good, busy week. I'm working on assignments for Rain Taxi, Verse, Identity Theory, and the Chronicle, plus two or three spec pieces for various places, teaching with 826, and prize committee reading.

But so much of my life is taken up with waiting for things - for word from the aforementioned writers' workshop, for inevitable graduate school rejections, for brusque editorial replies... I wish I had a time machine.

I'm sorry, I meant, "I wish I had a time machine that didn't come in 750 ml bottles."