I'm so sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
I have been coaching and exercising and reading and taking notes for lectures and canoodling with grandparents and Dadfleck's clients and the big boss and trying to write and giving up and giving up and doing laundry for Goldfleck and planning a long weekend and introducing myself to literary journal staff and eating tuna casserole and building fires and burning bridges.
But tomorrow evening, much like last night's surprise, is the payoff.
Not the paycheck.
Not the degree.
Not the networking.
No...just a few drinks with a few friends in a bar built for me by men long gone.
Bless their cold, dead hands;
I envy their long sleep, and await the peace to come.
