Well, I'm feeling a feeling kind-of like despair after my Wallace Stevens paper was a bomb. Now all I can think about is how to make it better before my final when I re-submit it. Sigh.
It's a weird thing, this paper. I didn't have to write it on Wallace Stevens and his imagination, but I wanted to. I'm pretty determined to do it at least. I think there is something of great value in this research, now I just have to figure out what it is.

There are lots of dandelion puffs in the lawn at my school, I like the way one can spread little growing lives all over just by touching them! It's a rather romantical concept, I think.

I found our kittens today, they must be 3 weeks old already, their eyes were open. Their mother hid them well, but what a delightful surprise! One black, one white and black, and one tan-ish, like the mom. They are so fuzzy! I picked up the box and carried it into the house and grinning showed each member of my family what I'd found. "What is it?" they say. "Just open it!" I say. Three fuzzy lives.

I'm going to go see if there are any salamanders outside.