Back in Kansas. I am graduate director of my deparment which means I should know what I'm doing here. Obviously I don't, because things are a state of confusion. The email doesn't work properly. My apartment still stinks from the sink backing up over the summer. It is about 104 outside. When do I have time to go to the doctor to get proper allergy medication? What happened to my copy of "Metaphors We Live By?" I don't know the people who will feed me. I am the least difficult of men. All I need is endless love. My heart is in my pocket, it is poems by Pierre Reverdy.