Oh! I had an interview up at PANK this week: check it.
Also: I have a blemish on my chin the size of a small planet. I have decided to name it Goneril after one of King Lear's more unpleasant daughters. I have come to believe this disfigurement will be permanent.
Life grows more complex and exhausting by the minute. I feel depleted. I might feel less depleted if I had some sugar cookies and like, a whole week to myself.
Go on. Take everything. I want you to.
That's about it.
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