There are people who I have not spoken to today who I wish I had. I am wondering how you and you and you are. I am reading Stein who I will probably like as soon as I am finished with her for reasons that are not explainable. It is hot and I am waiting for my coffee to cool off enough to be drinkable. I slept until 2:30 this afternoon, and since then have gone out for more orange juice and have been trying to virtuously finish my studio homework while trying to mentally avoid the question of the writing assignment itself. I keep taking breaks to read Tam Lin and daydream of being an english major at Blackstock, but the truth of the matter is that Nick Tooley was amusing but not wonderful, Thomas Lane was not unlike that which is known, I'm not so good at essays and I get to read plenty here and if Blackstock were an art school it would not be very unlike Pratt even if we don't have a Medeous (we can make plenty of our own problems I suppose). So I will mentally christen myself Janet and pull the branches down some other evening and go back to pseudo-english-major-ousity.