Cough, hack, choke, sniff

Three days, is it? on medication. I'm sick, tired, depressed, angry, irritable, etc. And it will only get worse before it gets better. Splitting headaches... the benefits had better be worth all this. We are... not well. A complete misery.

The coffeehouse was okay. Not bad, not great, just okay. My piece, Diary of a Supervillain, went over pretty well. I've been told I'm a breath of fresh air from the mumbling and the teenage angst. At least I'm filling my niche amongst the love stories and the questionable insights. It occurs to me that next year, after Chris and that other guy have graduated, I'll be the reigning crazy, out-there guy. Joy. Infamy, here I come.
Do we really need so many people reading glosas? Is it really worth throwing something together at the last minute? For glascoumsand, your fancy words are not impressing anyone. Your philosophical inquiries are not original. Writing like you're seven years old will not get you any respect. Speak up! The introduction and explanation should not be longer than the piece itself. Pieces should be ordered by alternating grade and length to improve the experience. No matter how tastefully you swear, there are still children in the audience. Half-time games should actually be entertaining to watch. Talking out of sync with a guitar will not improve your writing. Neither enthusiasm not seriousness will not hide the fact that you have nothing to say.
Medically induced grouchiness aside, I did enjoy myself. There were some pretty good readings, and some less good ones, but oh well. Highlights include a man adored by all countries even remotely civilized and a pair of spectacular boots. It was noted that the teching was good this time; people in the audience could actually hear the performers. This is something of a slap in the face to Juliana and Brendan, our resident techies, since they were busy with another project and the role was filled by someone else. Perhaps Brittany should remain the techie next time as well. Hm.

There are some people you just want to beat about the head with an aluminum bat, you know?