When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma offers a visual representation of the end of the semester as an explanation as to why she hasn’t been blogging lately. WARNING: TERRIFYING MIMES.
In which Emma kind of goes on a rant, basically.
In which I announce the fact that I’m going to be on the radio tomorrow and talk about how awful the weather is today, which may or may not also happen tomorrow on the radio.
In which Emma rationalizes her decision to write and post a poem a day along with her students. Publicly. No, really.
In which Emma explains what the heck is going on with the blog for God’s sake.
She doesn’t even go here!
In which Emma talks about some Seriously Exciting Things and gives so many links your head may explode with all the awesome.
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name.
In which I finally kind of finish up the whole Neurontin story. Kind of. Also I make two very important clarifications, one of which is about bongos.