AWP here I come . . .
Spent the better half of the morning getting all the forms together so that my department can pay my way to the AWP conference. I had to fill out blue forms that weren't blue, pink forms that weren't pink . . . Anyway, I'm looking forward to going as I do every year.
I'm finally getting settled into my quarter. The first week's always messy with students dropping, adding, scrambling for books and spaces.
I've got a routine now, and it seems to be working for me. My summer was too good to me, you know? Now I've got to rein in my scattered brain. I had spent a lot of time thinking about my own poems, writing my own poems, now it's time to give.
I'm sad I'll be missing Patrick's book launch party. It'll be a lot of fun for many lucky duckies.
Finally, Project Runway is on tonight and I'm DVR'ing it again. I think it's a gripe-fest night . . . we'll see.