Sometimes I kind of like it when I'm sick because of my other voice, the deep, husky one that makes me sound like I smoke three packs a day. I guess I can be squeaky at times. The other voice isn't squeaky. It's raspy.
Right now isn't one of those times. I'm not sure if I have a cold or allergies, but I want my old squeaks back, please.
Did you check out the new issue of Hobble Creek Review yet?
I'm putting together a little anthology for my MFA poetry workshop folks, and totally digging the DYI publishing thing, even though I'm really confused about page numbers right now.
Stamp prices are going up on my birthday. Thank you, USPS! I really need to send some stuff out this week, or else I will miss my chance to be rejected (again) by Adam Deutsch, which is always a pleasure.