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I no longer live where i used to live, though I still live in the same town. I no longer work where i used to work. I now work for the government in a forest it owns. This involves a lot of time in intimate proximity with a chainsaw. Yesterday i felled two largish ponderosa pine staubs for a field test. If a tree falls in a forest as a direct result of actions you’ve taken, the echo of the impact tends to resonate deep within your GI tract.

The lady on the computer corral to my left is expounding on the virtues of a website entitled "stop hospital infections dot orje." She has a large bruise on her right calf – purple shading to gray then a kind of muted mustard yellow. I want to ask what the hell happened, but this is not good library etiquette. I am guessing it’s not from an infection. A week and a half ago the river flooded. I was evacuated from my old apartment and took up residence in the bunkhouse three days ahead of schedule. It is a bunkhouse only in the most general terms. Two roommates - one a Choctaw from Oklahoma, the other a triathlete from western Montana – who dislike each other and seem to want to communicate aspects of communal living they find intolerable through me, conduit-style. I never had the child of divorced parents experience; perhaps this is the next best (? - you know what I mean) thing.