Today? I felt like I would faint at about 7 pm, but otherwise it happened to be an interesting day. My first two classes were swell, even the Avant Garde class in which we watched the first half of "Salomé" by Strauss - really kinky stuff regarding John the Baptist - a must see.

Then I edited my story till my eyes blurred over, printed it out, and took it to the copy center. Had I seen the "Sort" button earlier, I wouldn't have had to stand there sorting 15 copies of a 24 page short story for a half and hour.

Class went well. I'm worried about sounding too harsh to the others when I critique, but I think I did fine. My written critiques are another story as they're set in stone and the author will read them in his/her home without me to let them know that I like them and all, but felt obligated to point out what didn't work for me. What a horrible thing.

So I turned in my story - and then I reread it just now. My God! I made so many stupid errors. And words! I left out entire words! Now they will know for sure that I'm a schmuck (a revived favorite word) and have no businessin a Grad. class. I hope they're nice.

"A pool of liquid pooling..." - what in the hell is that? I wrote it, but I'm having trouble understanding it....is that like "Seven maids a milking" or "NIne pipers piping"...

okay - no more. I will not think about it at all.

This all would have been easier to process had there been something good on TV when I got home.