A shame you were an honest man

Hoping the argument has wound to its boiling point--wherein, we shall exchange final blows face to face and, hopefully, from that see eye-to-eye. The bad part is it'll be another two weeks before I'm back in town, but it'll be more likely we'll all be calm enough to contend rationally by then.

The day through 6pm was largely uninteresting. However, I went to a crreative writing workshop at 6:30 (it actually started at 6, but luckily did meet), and therein I discovered discourse in relation to writing like nothing I could find at DHS. The best criticism I recieved was from Hurtig, but he was many times considering 20 other students' pieces while looking at mine. This evening the coordinator basically summed up the piece I brought exactly as I envisioned--she understood its strengths and its faults, and respected the language as a contemporary able to consider what it actually was.

After getting back from that, I went to the tower Superbowl party--which happened to be just after half-time. Less-important socialization there, but human contact... I could have done worse.

Knowing I have nearby, now, a forum that can offer honest constructive criticism, I am more desired to write new material. This week I have to deliver a speech in my COMS100 course, but have little pressing work beyond. I am planning on buying a ticket tomorrow afternoon to see "The Misanthrope" again this Thursday--it was an outstanding play.

Things are going about as expected this February: for every good, there has yet been an equal or greater bad. Right now, I am tolerating the balance.