my shirt is soaked. the other day I bought a small packtowel at rei thinking it would be the best thing for wiping my brow on occasions like this. it worked great and is now also saturated. I removed my shirt and am sitting here in dwinelle half naked but it's saturday so I don't expect anyone to come into this particular room.
another annoying feature of this jaunt is that it is homecoming weekend so the place is crawling with boosters and alumni. I mean I guess they aren't that insufferable but they do make it a little crowded.
in a minute I have to figure out how to articulate just why I keep chosing Rimbaud and van Gogh as exemplary artists. I'm not certain I know exactly but must be able to at least hint at it on monday.