Damage report The house looms over us all. I came home and the piles of shit everywhere are insurmountable. The house is a wreck, and Silliman had it clean before winter gathering. Anyway, I moved into Lee's old room, cleaned it, and put my stuff away. I stole the loveseat from the living room and made it my own. There is a cable hookup in the room. Bonus. There is a funk in the room. Not a bonus. There is tons of room in the room. Bonus.

New broom (whoever broke it, this is your conscience speaking: Pay the goddamn money!): $6.12
Light bulbs, 32 of: $6.92
Toilet bowl brushes, 2 of: $4.56
Assorted cleaners: $5.78

The kitchen is clean...now...except for the floor, which is horrible. And somebody peed on the barroom floor (and by somebody, I mean Will).

Registration completed. Books bought ($290? w. t. fuck?). Jobs sought (might get the mailroom).

Books I'll be reading for Lit. of the American West (I know some were speculating about this one...um...no Steinbeck?):

Shane by Jack Schaefer
A River Runs Through It (and other stories) by Norman MacLean
Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey
Tracks by Louise Erdrich
Angel of Repose by Wallace Stegner
The Professor's House by Willa Cather
The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin
Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
and The Literary West anthology

My other lit class is pretty standard fare. There's the update.

Currently listening to:

  ¶ 12:26 PM