Sweeping exits.

I've begun using my Sundays to get my week in order before it starts since I've got the energy for it now. Laundry, grocery shopping, some spot-cleaning, a gym visit, cooking dinner and saving leftovers - I'd be working on organizing cover letters if fandom hadn't gotten in the way. Well, that and an annoying phone call, which is a post for another time and place.

In the meantime, I'm boggling because I have no idea how my remixer even found the story they did, since it's not at Cosmic Tuesdays and I'm probably not going to mirror it there. I'm kind of tempted to lock everything not over there to private, out of spite and the lingering feeling that keeping a lot of the stuff I wrote in high school and college public is the equivalent of letting my underwear show in public.

Still. This Is an Essay is growing on me, although I'll need more time to process.

What makes me really happy about Remix this year is that I managed to pull it off. I talked to five people about what I wrote, so they should have some idea of what I mean by that. For everyone else, I have no idea if the story is obviously mine or not, but if anyone wants to guess, getting it correct wins a drabble.

Date-marking.

I called my dad a few minutes ago to give him the news. This is one of those things where I'm supposed to call my parents to give them the news.

'Wow' doesn't really cover it.