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 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 gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which I describe the intensity of the most intense week I’ve ever had EVER (NOTE: actual intensity of said most intense week is not guaranteed).
In which Emma realizes that the world just looks better through Instagram.
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma does the picture thing again.
In which Emma has a crazy busy week and takes pictures of it.