the tiredness was a precursor to a crumminess, which has descended upon me like a bowling ball. I don’t feel good.
That said, I tried to get a minimum of work done so I wouldn’t fall too far behind.
Also, meant to just start “Muzzled” by Gabriela Denise Frank last night, and accidentally read the whole thing in a breathless recognition. My story is different from hers in big and small ways, but I get that adolescent-born hate. The essay is Issue 3 of True Story, and I highly recommend it.