I sit directly under a projector that produces a low, continuous whine. My prof introduces a freelance editor to talk to us about editing children’s literature. I have not done the readings and I made the mistake of buying hot coffee instead of an iced drink because I forgot that the room I’m in has no windows.
It gets stuffy in here.
I spent the first half of the day doodling variations of a hipster leprechaun. Because a while ago I wanted to buy a pair of green jeans and then thought, “No, then I’ll just be a hipster leprechaun.”
So … yeah, that was the first half of my day.
I’m in the middle of one of those oh-so-common Quarter-Life Crises. Mixed in with a healthy dose of existential crisis. Why am I here, what am I doing, why is she getting married at twenty-two, his Instagram is prettier than mine, what is life?!
That’s my introduction to what this blog will be. Maybe Dusty will say something better.