So I just got back from workshop, and it seems that I am work-shopping a story next week, the one below. One of the people who was going to workshop was ill tonight, so I gave my story to Lisa and she copied it and there we go.

I'm actually not nervous this time. I felt sick to my stomach every single time I thought about it last semester. I almost feel.... relaxed? about it this time around. This story is just different, somehow. I don't feel as personal about this one, and I kind of feel as if it were more finished, I guess.

I am so tired that my hands have started shaking and I'm having trouble typing, so I'm off to bed.

PA, if you're reading this, smile and enjoy the shade of your own tree. You have shaken free.

Good night, world.