how galled in her divine pride, and how sore at heart

[rinue]

Tromped through mud all day, the kind that grabs hold of your boots and releases with an angry sucking sound. A dark day, literally, my light meter never reading higher than 8, more often down at four and a half.

I've been out of sorts since last night - a halloween party full of international students who of course had no costumes - who had room to pack costumes? - and settled for hastily drawn-on mustaches or war paint. I wore a mod dress and claimed to be a time traveler. I am no good at college parties.