Sean Markey |

in need of a paint job.  So could you please stop WET- SANDING it?

Woke up at 3:30 a.m. with that feeling.  Yes, let me tell you about it.  It hangs over you like a cartoon storm cloud and everything’s just a little dimmer.  You try to ignore it and tell yourself it will be all right, but you know in a few days you will be confined to a bed, as helpless as a six year old, and every cell in your body will ache.  Your throat feels like the kind of car that’s “much roomier than it looks on the inside” and all that extra space is just raw and swollen.

Okay, I’ll stop.

The worst part of it all is the waking up at 3:30 part, but I have to teach today.  It has been my experience that, when sick, you hit a kind of stride about five hours after being awake, so I figured OH WELL I guess I will just wait it out and see if I can at least pretend I’m not sick while teaching my students about how to write a story and also the sun does not revolve around the earth.

Anyway, I have to go get ready now.

Don’t forget about my newly published story, Shatter Shatter at Brain Harvest, ok?