So, it appears I will not be sleeping tonight. Again. I cannot figure out why I am plagued with anxiety lately. There's plenty of good stuff going on. Yet, I cannot sleep, cannot concentrate for longer than a few minutes at a time.
Just watched a movie so incredibly bad I don't even wanna discuss it. Awful, awful.
If I wasn't so distracted I'd try and catch up on reading submissions tonight, but I need to be focused for that. I'm hoping to get through everything in my inbox by next week, though. It's good to have a goal.
Things I am tired of:
2. Fuckwit neighbors
3. Ringing phones
4. Lack of sleep
5. Hot days (I am crabby, and in the mood for something gloomier.)
Oh, lord! I finally saw Teeth a couple of days ago. Wow. Just...wow.
If I were still a Women's Studies student I'd want to write a film paper on that baby. For sure.
Also, I am overwhelmed and delighted with the quality of work people are sending us at blossombones. I've been reading digital chapbook submissions and I'm blown away. Blown away I tell you. Beautiful, beautiful work.
I wanted to wait until we close up the submission period for fall before sending acceptances, but I'm not sure I can wait that long. Stay tuned....
Plus...It's time for a gratitude post! (Yeah, I have my fluffy moments...)
* I wish I could wear earrings, but my immune system will not allow it. Crapity. I have these cool Celtic knots that I really dig, but they are silver, and apparently, I have some werewolf blood. They are a bane to my earlobes.
* Okay, so I saw the X-Files movie last night and didn't think it was as bad as everyone says. It was kind of like watching a really long episode. Besides, I love going to the movies. I wish I could spend the rest of my life sitting in the dark, watching movies and eating popcorn. This would make me happy, if only the seats were a tad more comfy.
* I am so tired of doctor visits and blood work. I love phlebotomists who find my tiny, weak vein on the first try. I do not enjoy the bend of my elbow being used as a pincushion.
* I forgot Cathy's birthday yesterday, and must call today and beg forgiveness because I am such a lax little sister.
* I am dangerously close to running over to the new JC Penny and begging for a job. I can stock merchandise. I can direct lost customers to the appropriate department. I have a college degree, you know.
* What exactly does a restaurant hostess do? Just say Welcome to Restaurant X, let me show you to your table. Dude, I could handle that.
* I would like to write a novel, but fear my attention span is too short for such a long project. Whenever I sit down to write prose, I end up saying screw this, and write a poem instead.
* Cyborgs fascinate me.
* I need to grocery shop. I would like to buy some cheese. I would like to make a grilled cheese sandwich with garlic butter and have it with a real (non-diet) Coke. This is a recurring fantasy.
* This whole bout of anxiety/depression/insomnia is getting exhausting. Seriously.
but, of course, I like switch back and forth between bouts of insomnia and narcolepsy.
I just finished watching the most effed-up movie ever: Botched. Really, I can't even comment. I'm speechless.
If you're the type who enjoys a good bad horror movie, this might be worth a rent. (But you need to be the sort that thinks nothing is too over the top. Nothing.) I will say this: it does what I believe any modern horror movie ought to do--satirize the genre. And I must admit, I was laughing. I think my husband worries about what kind of twisted person finds this stuff funny...
What can I say? Horror movies de-stress me. I don't know why.
Leigh Stein is the author of Cautionary Tales, winner of the 2007 Pavement Saw Press Transcontinental Poetry Award, and the chapbook How to Mend a Broken Heart with Vengeance, available from Dancing Girl Press. She lives in Brooklyn and works for a comic book publisher.
Melissa Culbertson recently graduated from Lewis University with a degree in Literature. Her poetry has appeared or is set to appear in Flyway: A Literary Review, Windows, Pebble Lake Review, Barn Owl Review, Wicked Alice, and [GROWLING SOFTLY] , a collection put together by Blood Pudding Press. Melissa's chapbook, the fire-wife, is forthcoming from dancing girl press in August of 2008.
After a horribly stressful week, things seem to be settling down.
I FINALLY saw The Dark Knight yesterday, which was totally fabulous! (And even if it weren't, sitting in a darkened theater having buttered popcorn and slushies is always rather cheering.)
I'm so glad it's Saturday! I got a bit of writing done today, did some laundry, watched 21 and Charlie Bartlett (which were so-so, although I must agree with Melissa that Robert Downey Jr. is the shit), made vegetarian stir-fry noodles for lunch, I have a fresh jar of sun tea brewing on the patio, and I'm just generally feeling better.
I also posted a few photos of the Myopic Poetry Series reading on the blossombones blog. Enjoy!
Susan Slaviero lives on the cusp of a hellmouth, where she vanquishes evil with poetry and cupcakes. She hopes to someday land a job as either a dog whisperer or a telephone psychic. In the meantime, she writes. She has a fondness for esoterica.