I’ve started and abandoned so many tumblr posts about this, about the weird floatiness of a patched-together freelance/teaching life. I’ve wondered why I’m so tired sometimes after fewer than eight hours of work. I’ve launched monologues at Tanner when he walked in the door at night, or found myself failing to form sentences in front of my students in class. This paragraph and this whole piece is just yes yes yes.
Yes, emilygould,100% fucking yes.