The snow is falling, the coffee is hot, and Ani Difranco is singing her bisexual heart out on my cd player. I may actually get something done today. (no guarantees)
The fiction editor at small literary ezine I run quit yesterday because he thinks I'm insulting the writers who contribute to the damned thing. If he thinks my attitude towards them is bad, he should see how I am with my TGP submitters. The fuckers.
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