Another Saturday, another day of feeling exhausted and under the weather. I didn't leave my apartment yesterday, just sat on the couch feeling lethargic and unmotivated to do anything. I made some dinner and returned to the couch. I missed Louise Robertson's reading at Mocha Match, but I literally couldn't get off the couch.
Today, I slept late and then rushed around to get to an Atlanta Queer Lit Fest meeting that I had forgotten had been moved to next Sunday. I'm standing outside the Ponce de Leon Library with all my crap going..."where the fuck is everyone?"
I managed to get some copies of After the Poison packaged up for folks who have asked for review copies and those are going in the mail tomorrow. There's also a lot of little naggy projects to finish up, like more paperwork for the Poetry Atlanta grant, a manuscript editing project that I cannot seem to focus on and getting the rest of my fall reading schedule lined up.
And then there's this. Hmmm...