No shirt, no shoes, no cervix

Le sigh... There is so much I could say, but I really lack the desire or energy to get gushy about any of it. A summer spent soaking in suppositions all lead to today. The whole thing ended today. After a painful morning of actually smelling my burning cervix, I got to see my cancer in a bottle. It was insanely cool. Ridiculously humbling. Terrifying. What did it look like? Have you ever seen a grape rotting in a bag? The white mold, slightly fuzzy, covers the fruit while some sections reveal what looks like a yummy, juicy grape. That's it. Well, a grape from the bottom of the rotten grape bag. It was kind of smooshed.

Pain and agony later, I already have great news! I got a job at JSCC teaching developmental writing. I have 2 sections, one that meets at 8 am on MWF and another that meets at 9:25 am on TR. Slightly problematic is the fact that I have in-service tonight from 4:30 until 9 pm. Ugh.

I need to rest, and so I will. My insides kind of feel like someone put a cheese grater inside me and went to work. I am looking forward to organizing my syllabus and planning the semester. I am happy to have seen my cancer in a bottle.

What a looooong, strange trip it's been.