Jumping up and down...

It seems almost tasteless to start my first post in two weeks by bragging, but I'm too excited to care right now. I just got a letter telling me that a short story that I sent in to the Writer's Digest annual writing competition received an honorable mention, and this out of 18,000 entries. I am sooooo stoked. I just can't believe it. Of course the perfectionist in me wants to have won the whole darn contest (the winner gets a trip to New York to meet literary agents), but considering this is only the second short story I've actually finished, let alone submitted anywhere, I feel relatively justified in telling my inner critic to just shut up.

On a more morbid note, I was eating the most delicious tofu teriyaki for dinner tonight when I bit into -surprise- a piece of chicken (and yes, dad, you can tell by the texture). I promptly spit it out, but by that time I'd had dead animal in my mouth and the damage was pretty well done. This is the second time it's happened at two different restaurants; I'm afraid I may have to give up my beloved tofu teriyaki altogether, which somewhat tempers the excitement of the day.