I'm gonna post like it's 2010 and drabblicious up in here: ;)
Pay to Play
It started out wanting to be all perky and life-affirming (or, since we're talking about Spike, perhaps it's more appropriate to say "unlife-affirming"?), but being as that it is set in the Summer o' Grief and that it's me we're talking about, the drabble, of course, went another way. [Hmmm, why is there no "wistful" on my mood theme? There should so be a wistful...]
News bulletin: My tenure portfolio (countless reams of paper--unfortunately, no, I'm not kidding about that--plus a little piece of my soul) has now been submitted. I await the pleasure of the department, the College, the Provost, the President, and Board of Trustees as to whether I go on. That's not stressful at all.
And what might that be on the horizon? It wouldn't be Real Life beckoning, would it?
So, you know, "Hi," and all that. *waves*
Jen's Journal: Bits and Pieces
alternatively titled, Jen's House o' Cheese
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