I meant to write "weigh more than I do."

Writing my last paper now. Could use a pile of drinks. The soles of my shoes keep getting thinner and thinner. Not sure what to do. Buy new shoes? I wonder if I have any money left. And a haircut, I guess I need one before leaving.

I hear there's fun stuff happening this weekend? Tell me, oh Oxford people - where should I go? What should I do? Does anyone play jazz around here?

Write write write.

I find the homeless to be more chatty on this side of the ocean. Also less crazy. Am not sure which I prefer.

You know, when Steinbeck was writing East of Eden, he would also write letters to his oldest friends. He would keep one sheet of paper in front of him for the novel, and another for whatever letter he was writing. After his death, the hundreds of pages of letters were gathered and published. An excerpt:

“I heard a man tell in a monotone how he couldn't get a doctor while his oldest boy died of pneumonia but that a doctor came right away after it was dead. It is easy to get a doctor to look at a corpse, not so easy to get one for a live person. It is easy to get a body buried. A truck comes right out and takes it away. The state is much more interested in how you die than in how you live.”

“Is it possible that this state is so stupid, so vicious and so greedy that it cannot feed and clothe the men and women who help to make it the richest area in the world? Must the hunger become anger and the anger fury before anything will be done?” (87)

For some reason, I do not find the text layout of this post visually appealing. Also, walking in crowds confuses me lots. Do the rest of you worry this much about colliding with people walking towards you? It is like goddamn Space Invaders.