running around

An exhausting day of running about campus trying to get everything together. Office of one dept. Filling out of forms. Office of 2nd dept. Where is the La Raza dept? No, there is no La Raza dept any more. Office of 3rd dept. I bolted a sandwich. Office of 4th dept (trying to track down some other form and they kept sending me on to other places). Prof's office for signature. He wasn't there. Back to Office 4 to check his office hours. An hour and a half to kill. to the library! Rummaging in the stacks. Note-taking. Line-standing. Book-checking out, but wait! I lost my student ID. Nice librarian bucks the rules to hold the books behind the counter for me. Back up to prof's office to wait.... la la la. He never comes. To the ID-making place. Waiting in line. Back to the library. My registration hasn't registered. Nice student worker lets me use computer to log in and prove I'm registered. It is a virtuous act to refuse to enforce the rules of a bureacracy. My mom says and thinks it is not fair that I always manage to bend the rules - How? why do I think I am entitled? Because I am an elemental force that exists to tear down institutions and build new ones - the bureacratic cogs can sense it, and give way, guiltily, before my certainty. I have my books. Hurrah!

I then drove rather randomly around SF trying to get the best way to the strip club near City Lights and failing to find it. got there. miracle parking spot right in front. But no, they will not work parties! I like their T-shirt, "Under Nude Ownership". Home, James.

Piñata making was prolonged and silly. I can't reveal the crowning touch until after Sunday. It is amazingly revolting! S.N. and Minnie and Rook did a lot of work on it.

I am most certainly not better from meningitis because near the end of each day I fall completely apart and my head aches mercilessly and I want to cry. I long for peace and darkness, or peace and a quiet book. All other people are jarring to me for no reason.