It seems it was Paul Zindel who wrote both the Gamma Rays goofy-titled play and Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which I liked rather much as a kid. It took a goofy title to draw me in---or something like that.
The Andrea Dworkin talk out there is making me nostalgic for a feminist community I never had. More of an individual interfacing with feminism, which was out there, and a strong feminist core which was/is in here (imagine me pointing at my ribcage with a thumb).
Nasty headache much of the day. VERY relieved it seems to have gone off on its way to invade someone else, or wither & die outside of all of us. Another night with too little sleep? Probably. Anybody else having a hard time hitting the hay these days?
