So I am in Jordan now. Yay Jordan. I hope I can settle here for a while, and I hope things will be cool with the magazines (please spread the word about both GC & AC if you love me – and keep in mind we are always looking for cool new contributors).
Two major banks picked the same week to screw me over, so now finances are a mess, and I’m hanging on for dear life. It’s only the grace and kindness of the people around me that keeps me from crawling under a bed with a blankie and backpack stuffed with comfort food, refusing to emerge for the next month.
I need to be petted right now, and told that everything is going to be OK. I’m telling that myself, but I’m not nearly loud enough.
I am le tired.