I’m talking to a professor about editing academic papers submitted to English-language journals. Today, someone bought me lunch. Lots of interest, but no pot of gold.
In case you missed it:
1930s jazz is dead in Mexico. I saw a Big Band today! My whiteboard: #LindyHop? No one. Count Basie: my feet danced; Ella: my body danced! I ran. My bones feel the void—no health or home—I'll die alone.— Hunter Hogan Now (@HunterHoganNOW) October 25, 2018
I've wanted death but rarely wanted #suicide. But now I want to kill myself. pic.twitter.com/48O2XZ3BiI
I can eat tonight or I can eat in the morning, not both. Send money for food?