Then I ate more cherry Hershey kisses than I'd like to remember. But let's not talk about that right now.
In the afternoon, my colleague Eric Wasserman and I kicked off the NEOMFA student colloquium by giving a talk called Secrets of Small Press Publishing. Let me tell you--it was hot! And well attended, even though pesky Chelsea Clinton was downstairs from us, talking about her mom or something. Like, whatever.
See, I'm wearing red to be festive.
Now it's Valentine's Day night, and I am doing laundry, writing a grocery list, and blogging. What a glamorous life, this whole midwestern poet thing.