well, how about an update? i'm back from vermont. my first packet is due in a little more than a week, and i haven't written anything for it. well, mostly. no annotations done. only one poem written, and it's not any good. i carry around a little notebook with me in case a good idea pops into my head for a poem. i've filled up a number of pages in the past week or two, but when i look back at them, none of them make any sense. for instance, one page just says "WHERE'S MIKE?" another sports a list of different types of fruit. another page says only "Jesus, God, and Man!" which isn't even my own thought--that one's chaucer. there are some more fragments of thoughts: a hundred thousand doves, the ferryman to hell, etc. but i can't make heads or tails of them. my car broke down the day before last, just outside my apartment. the thing wouldn't start. i had to get the battery and one of the cables replaced. oh, chet. why do you do me wrong? and lastly, i just read a book that ruined my life. you should probably ask me about it. | 
