Dear Mr. Rogers, I will miss you. There are more than two kinds of feminists, more than just shaved and unshaved. Silly. And I am upset at the tutors. First you make me cry and now you leave and I am stranded. But at least I had a productive day and will use 4 mealpoints tomorrow. stereographs are growing on me. 1234, 56 to go. And two more weeks to learn html.
Tonight I heard the drumming. Echoeing in such an amazing way off the walls of Harper Library. So much scattered sound I had no idea where the sources was. Outside? Inside? Upstairs, downstairs? The beat matched my pulse and I felt like it knew me. Comfort.