my head is packed. olive stared at me with mild alarm. nonetheless i finished talk to me, which was packed, and further packed my head, though it was mostly the drop of thirty some degrees. it may be something else too, besides the stupid time. i get a good anxiety about my book queue. i hafta finish death takes me and to after that and gaza, and i already have way far away and weak in comparison to dreams and three others in transit. plus we gotta get furnishings for t. and i'm worried about what the future holds for charlie (and me).