I can't see putting Earl Grey on the same plane as any other tea

My poem "Hypnos and Thanatos" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium for their penultimate print issue. It's an insomnia poem. Some of it looks like this krater, which I have liked since high school. I saw it in person when I lived in New Haven, but apparently I'll have to go to Rome now if I want to again.

The Kickstarter for the electronic conversion of Mythic Delirium has reached full funding! You should still give them money if you haven't already—at $750 plus, time_shark will collect the first four issues in print. I want to see this happen. I am very fond of paper.

Last night went to hell after about midnight: food poisoning and baby spiders (unrelated) were involved. Today, though, I had a productive day of non-writing work, made a very large ham sandwich with sheep's milk cheese for dinner, and walked down to Davis in the evening for the latest coconut flavor from J.P. Licks and dinner conversation with derspatchel. Our Brattle memberships have come in, T-shirts included. It was low-key and pleasant and tomorrow I have a voice lesson and get to see rushthatspeaks.

So, really, aside from the fact that my throat is still killing me, this week is earning its keep.