people turn away, s'ok. olive lost her white maus again. she's playing with the tiny maraca i got her from down at the free table. on the phone all morning with maw. surreal. i say it's chaos, maw, you just got to ride the whirlwind, gnome sane, yee-doggies. she laffs. anywho, i go find the white maus so olive palestine gets happy. now she's freakin' le chic.