And da winner is....
the grants.
I am just so sick of words. I never thought this would happen. But after writing pretty much all day, I just come home and don't want to do it.
I will blog again-- and I'm still reading and commenting. But right now I just can't write anymore. Ick.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
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