sprig5 was
talking about the "sheesh" news about a sorority at DePauw, and I was commenting. The language floor was one of the best places---along with the writers' union hangouts and, say, the back & basement of Bill Smith---at my school. (There was no writers' residence space from my sophomore year until the year after I left the place, as they tore down the mecca that was Richmond House, along with its best-graffiti-ever bathroom.)
I
am getting work done, in case you're wondering. Wandery mind, that's all. But firing on pretty much all cylinders when on task. I was quite schnazzy on one galley a bit ago, if I do say so m'self.