The other day, I was talking to my coworker about something stressful and there was a lull in the conversation and I said, “Jesus Christ!” and my coworker asked how my dad would feel about me taking the Lord’s name in vain.
And I said, “If it’s in vain, that’s on him. Because I’m calling for help.”
I have to tell you, that seems to be how this year is shaping up. I’m trying to take a Molly Bloom-like attitude where I just say yes to everything, accept everything and that it will all work out. But whoo doggie.
The thing is that I really do feel like I’ve got this. I know I can do all the stuff I have to do. I just have to get used to the pace. I’m not yet used to the pace, though.
Anyway, I think weird, cool things are afoot. I’ve been talking to a fellow fan of Joseph Deraque and it’s been interesting. He’s found a Joseph Duroche on a roster list with Timothy and he, like me, is so tempted to read that as Joseph, our Joseph. But who knows?
I think I’m going to turn “Allendale” into a chapbook.
And I need to get a head shot. Which I’ve needed for a few years, but I’ve just dicked around about it and not gotten it done. And now I really need one.