if love is a room, it has a glass ceilingbut i never wrote more than that. at my co|motion meeting over dinner, one of the sarahs suggested we go out and howl at it after. i heartily agreed that we should; somehow we dispersed, tho, and forgot.
through which the moon, seen from a thousand angles,
inspires a thousand odes.
still, today's been all right. i wish fucking comments would start working again (sorry guys.) i'm residually a little on edge: one of the sharples staff (cafeteria folk) in a green mask that looked alarmingly and illogically real scared me so badly i screamed "jesus christ!"
i'm in the library, biding time. maybe i'll go watch part of a movie. nothing scary -- i couldn't handle horror. something pretty and calm and soothing. or funny. i laughed a lot at dinner and it was really good for me.