I've been assured that the babies foot and mouth is not bovine encephalitis and is contagious only through it's saliva and it's feces. This is good news on a Wednesday morning. A wednesday morning following a Tuesday in April Showers evening goddamned snowstorm short but unsweetened. My hands feel dirty after opening the mail and after typing on the keyboard and after sneeking out for a smoke. All the lights must be turned off before I leave the building. I feel much joy in my ignorance when a group of 18-20 year old dunces and their chap-erones visiting the brick walled yard of Harvard ask me if I know how to get to "what-teh-fuck hall" and I shrug and say "i don't know."
What's the capacity of a bus?
Sometime this week I need to visit cellar dweller friend Bruce and drag him up into the light. No doorbell, but if I jangle my car keys in front of his window he is sure to appear, smell of anticeptic cherry on the breath.