A lot of my memories of the last month are of sitting in various rooms and in the hallway of one of the dorms on campus, Bellingrath. It's a conversational time here on Tiny Toons. There's been a lot of local tension, what with bazillions of obligations, and unspoken aggressions, and who knows what else. "Fight Club" has been making me violent and happy. The most creative things I've done in a while have been plan files and a poem for a friend's birthday. I'm tired of the internal tensions; I'm thinking it's about time for a catharsis, denouement, and restroom break in this little Greek play. Here in my memories of Bellingrath, where I'm living and remembering, I'm trying to sort things out and settle into a peaceable existence. It's difficult, but it's going to happen.