2nd oz, a pour

The adjunct life, getting to me, poisoning me I feel it may be.  But I have to finish the semester.  So, more driving, more dealing, accepting, tolerating the nonsense and dismissal from just a handful, less actually.  Apples spoiling a bunch, horrid cliché– but IT, the adjunct life makes me think this way.  Can’t remember how many interviews we have set for day.. I think about 5?  Maybe 4.  Or 6.  Should check email– no more semester, please.. see?  It corrodes me.  Takes from kalologic logic and sensibility.  An essay on this, soon from me– elevating my written practice, putting everything out there and not caring– if a project flatfalls, then a new one’s written.