I have a girlfriend and I'm going to a Kurdish New Year's celebration this weekend. And I have a beard again.
I love having a beard.
My grad school professor liked my idea for my contemporary lyric poetry seminar paper. I plan to discuss Plumly's manipulation of tense and the subjunctive as an effort to subvert the traditional notion of temporality.
I love being a nerd.
I now own two signed McMurtry first editions.
I have a number of students with whom I would be more than pleased to spend extended periods of time in conversation. I can't think of another job which would involve my getting to know such a diverse range of personalities and talents. Some of my students are just stunning people. I can't wait for them to get away from the shithole they've grown up in.
I have stacks of books in my apartment because I don't have enough shelf space for all of them. I like the aesthetic effect.
I have mastered the use of the comma. I am confident enough with the English language that I feel comfortable rebelling against grammatical rules which I find counter-productive.
I am alive.