"Are completing you thesis this semester?..."
That was the subject heading on the first e-mail I received from the GMU English Lit grad student listserv. I'm fairly certain that the woman who oversees the listserv is not actually a professor. This is slightly, though far from entirely, comforting.
I might have made another costly error in judgment recently. I'm not sure yet. But I do know that the place where I post letters to Starbucks is not the place to discuss said confusing, giant messes.
Instead, here is some impromptu haiku:
He sleeps on sofa--
shoes still on. Was raised better.
He'll trip, ties laces.
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