I would sort of like to write later about the panel discussion at the Boog festival, but I can't because I am at work.
Later maybe I will do it, but by then I will have forgotten who said what, and probably even invented some of the things that people never said.
Except Eileen Myles.
In conclusion, I am trapped in a cubicle.
But my mom (all healed up, reconstructed, & noncancerous!) is coming to visit Wednesday through the weekend.