king of pain is playing now in kohlberg, where i’ve been for two and a half hours now, alternatively reading my polisci book on Chadra and looking for distractions. i went to say hi to ben around 1 and he threw a blanket over my head. i slept for two hours. no bad dreams this time.
i showed the DIS (copenhagen program) representative around before lunch, running into garrett, who was mooning around the study abroad office, and corralling him in accompanying us. he’s looking for a place to escape to next semester. the rep and i gave him lots of DIS info. garrett and i aren’t close friends by any means but he’s a good guy and a funny guy and i feel bad for him. he says he’s been depressed here. who knows if scandinavia is the answer? to my mind, tho, it couldn’t hurt. and if he’s going to go somewhere and he doesn’t seem to care too much where, why not keep me company?
i do feel better than i did. wired, actually, buzzing. it’s a false high — and “high” is definitely overstating. at least i’m not sluggish. there are two prose magazines, both new, on campus this semester. one is independently run, one is a child of the established Creative Writing Institution, small craft warnings. i’m going to a meeting of the first tonite and the second wednesday. i’m still bitter about small craft warnings, i may as well admit it; i have a rather nonadmirable propensity to keep grudges like stuffed animals. i have a whole colorful collection.
well, maybe not so many as i once did.
i had dylan’s “most of the time” in my head all morning. no one writes simple, forlorn songs like bob. anyone know what album it’s from? ross and i couldn’t recall.