I have been one lazy fucking lump today. I took a vacation day from work and did damn near nothing, which is exactly what I needed to do.

Now, I’m going to go to bed and do damn near nothing for several hours, and then I’m gonna get up and do damn near nothing for several more, except I’m gonna do it at a friend’s house on the Cape.

Sunday, of course, I’m gonna eat a bunch of stuff and then pass out and do nothing. Unless I decide to do some school stuff. Then again, doing nothing could be construed as a way of preparing for the strenuous thinking school requires. So maybe I’ll do nothing instead.

i’m going ahead with this thing.

i’m going to limit it strictly to poems used in the competition, with a deliberate aim of encouraging good writing in the slam.

gonna divorce it from the anthology.

i’m going to own this one,as much as humanly possible.

it’s officially going to be the Ken Hunt Prize. maybe even create a medal or something.

other than that, no details firm yet. (meanwhile, I’m still thinking…)

i have to make this happen. money where the mouth is, and all that.