July 1st, 2004


It Is Done.

Scoop out my eyes. They're useless now that I've finished marking.

(Which is not to say the assignments were bad, because they weren't. For the most part, I found much to encouraged by. It's just that reading forty six short stories, each at three to four thousand plus (and I suspect that a bunch clocked in at five), in the space of a week, and commenting on each, is just one of those things people were not meant to do.)