my fourth year of college is over, and i'm feeling sleepy. dreamlike, even. i say "fourth year" rather than "senior" because it isn't my last. who can graduate on time these days? one summer of terrible summer classes (currently statistics...), then one more semester this fall.

reflecting, though, this year was fantastic. plethora of creative writing program internships, including co-hosting and co-curating long river live, which was an MAGICAL bimonthly performance series for writers, artists, and performers of all genres. the series is going on next year too, but my work is finished. i did a damn fine job.

le sigh. i'm peeking around the nyc job market for a job because it's likely i'm headed there as soon as i graduate. publishing house, maybe? art gallery? paid internship in writing or photography?... or more likely, barista...