Too many mashed potatoes

I ate mashed potatoes for dinner. Too many. I feel a little sick now. Maybe I should go to the grocery store and buy some fruits and vegetables. I might be getting scurvy.

Workshop today wasn't awesome. Not that people didn't like the piece or have good things to say. We just get distracted easily so not much time is spent on the essay. Nevertheless, I've got a lot of things I can do to improve the piece. I do fear that people have gotten the wrong idea about it. Generally, when people say what they think a piece is about, I'm fairly impressed because it turns out they realize what I'm trying to say even before I do. But today, I heard responses that seemed too serious/critical/menacing than anything I intended. But perhaps, as before, they can see what I am unconsciously saying. I'm anxious for my next workshop though because the essay I turned in is unlike most things I've written. I'm fairly certain it doesn't have any serious undertones but I could very well be mistaken. I also felt like a jackass because the other two essays were really good. Especially one of them. The writing was superb, absolutely beautiful. I'm just jealous.

Spring is here! I'm sure of it. I woke up to birds chirping over the weekend and today I didn't wear a winter jacket. 4 day until spring break. I'm going home for a few days and that will be lovely. But no crazy plans for this girl. I hope I can do something productive and fun. I might mean write something good when I say productive and fun. But I also might mean play with McGriff because that's good for me and fun.