this happened: instead of writing my raymond carver essay i was lying on the couch watching tv. nothing was on. i started flipping through the channels, starting at 2. when i reached channel 11, there was my teacher. my raymond carver teacher. literally him. not a guy that looks like him. it was pbs i think. he was presenting crystal bookends to isabel allende. it was weird. good thing i don’t believe in god. i’m saving finishing my essay for tomorrow.