this writing life
sometimes i really think i should never leave my bed in the morning. i spent the past few hours seeking out the elusive portfolio...meaning that i can't find some of my poems in hard copy. meaning that i decided tonight would be a good time to try setting up my busted computer and harvesting what i could from the hard drive.
now here's the fun parts:
1. the computer has been in the basement since i moved home in april.
2. the a drive is broken so i have to hook up my printer if i want to take anything away with me.
3. after i unpacked everything, i found out the monitor is completely dead.
so i carried the hard drive upstairs and hooked it to my parents' monitor, carried up my printer and hooked that up...and then could only find three poems i didn't already have printed out. so either i'm wishfully imagining that i have more poems than i really do, or i have the rest of my portfolio on a disk somewhere. help me before i go completely nuts?...so i reconstructed vanishing stories from two rather dodgy handwritten rough drafts. and i'm sweaty from running up and down stairs. but there are
three new poems
up and ready to read. the things i do for art...just in case anyone should ever decide to question the level of my dedication.with love,-beatpoetgrrl
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