i'm about to get off w-3. it's been picaresque and harrowing. coincidentally bette is too, though she's been rooting there a year or so it seems. i wonder if that psych ward still exists. i'm sure not in the same way, yet now i feel her presence here on campus. not her ghost quite, but her live presence then in now. the world is a campus colossal colonial madhouse we got to stay sane in.

yeas! eric baus is sending me his book hum. i only had to ask! 

last night we had black beans, roasted taters and sour kraut, oh my dog it was yummers. however r. says we were offgassing all night. (correction: r. said i was offgassing all night). i slept right through except for my bladder taking me to the toilet thrice and a long hauler kind of dissipating dream.