Hey there

I'm sitting at a computer in the Mobile Public Library. Tonight I will be attending a Halloween party at a nunnery. I am currently living in a leaky plastic tent beneath tall lob-lolly pine trees alongside an interstate at a place called Camp Christian. There are many stray dogs around here. I am building houses with Habitat for Humanity. I have seen a lot of different kinds of nails. Me and hammers and screw guns are pretty good friends. I love working up on the roof the best of all. And caulking, too. There is a guy here who reminds me a whole lot of L. But he's not L. Not even close. All he does is make me think of L. and feel sad.

I am going to resign from NCCC very soon.

I learned recently from back at the sanctuary that Mr. Cheyenne has died. Gastric torsion. Sudden and painful. And Zoe, the ancient grandmother white wolf died only weeks after I left. And they are trying to adopt out the sanctuary cats, including Weeblo, who was my best little silent sidekick buffalo cat. I wish New Mexico was closer to Oregon.

People here think I'm really smart and know something about everything. Where did they get an idea like that? I feel really not smart a lot of the time. I worry a little about making it through school this next time.