So if I had to paint a picture of me right this second, I would paint a picture of myself laying on the ground wrapped in a parachute (see this) in intense mother-fucking pain, but all in all good, seeing as how I could be flat and dead in the middle of a Maine cornfield.
I am sick. I've been sick for about 10 days. The germs are giving the antibiotics the finger. I am not sleeping. I live in a fog punctuated by coughing and throwing up. Early into the misery, I got a phone call. From a certain university. Saying that I got into their grad school program.
With a scholarship.
So, while things are looking a little dim and blurry around the edges, I know as soon as I feel better I am going to be very excited. And very, very busy.
This, people, is our year.