One Thing About Being A MacArthur Fellow Pisses Me Off

There is nothing bad about being a MacArthur Fellow itself. People keep asking me how I am doing or how my day is going. I laugh. Are you kidding me? My day is going great. I stubbed my toe, burned my toast, and mailed the tax bill to the cable company. I lost my keys. I got soap in my eyes. I am a MacArthur Fellow. I AM GREAT.