I’m not sure how I feel about the class. Perhaps I was a touch naive to think that the class would focus on identification rather than the science of plants. This will be a challenge, but there are 4 field studies, which I am looking forward to. He also made an interesting observation.

“Campus just isn’t wild enough for me. We are losing our wild woods.”

He said it sadly. And I felt his loss. The manicured yard, obscene green and shapely bushes, tame the wildness that used to be characteristic of Florida flora. My yard suffers similarly. Forced by our landlord, we mow down pretty “weeds” and curtail the growth of that scary vine. I would let it go wild, if I could.

We will have to journey into native nature, to find plants and flowers that grow unaided by human hands. But, where do I find such wildness? My first thought - Frankie’s backyard. He and his roommate reclaimed much of the yard from the forest, but there is still a stretch of tangled possibility. Perhaps he will let me stomp about back there. I promise not to pull up full plants.

My hands are hurting again. I think I’m bound for the doctor. The cortisone didn’t work. What’s next? The dreaded nerve test. Yippee. *end sarcasm*

I have my Composite Novel and Film class today. It’s an early class, so I got to work early as fuck this morning. D went back to bed, bleary eyed and apologetic because he wasn’t going to make my breakfast sandwich. I would have loved to join him back in bed. No matter how much I try, I’m just not an early riser. I get to leave work @ 2:30. That’s nice. Well, that will be nice this afternoon, for now, I am on my second cup of coffee. It’s a big ass cup. The caffeine isn’t working. But, it is Thursday. That’s a beautiful thing.

Happy day.