And I’m really good at stuffing envelopes. Like, crazy good at it. Repetitive, mindless tasks are my true calling in life. I know it, the universe knows it, and we’re both just kind of amused by the fact that I’m in college instead of working in a factory making boxes. So I wasn’t surprised to receive a shout-out in our staff meeting today at The Missouri Review. I was kind of hoping for it, actually. Which is stupid.

The fact that I addressed and stuffed and sealed a couple hundred envelopes last week matters to absolutely no one but me. But I stuffed a couple hundred envelopes on Friday, and the woman I mailed them for was kind enough to thank me in front of the staff. Which was nice.

My non-envelope activities at TMR have been lovely as well. Reading the manuscripts submitted to the journal has inspired me to write more and to make certain that no one ever reads the writing. It’s is the kind of college life I’d imagined. Sitting in an armchair rotating between textbooks I don’t entirely understand and bundles of manila envelopes addressed to “Nonfiction Editor.” Yep, that’s me. (It’s not.)

Everything is good.