Temporarily I am living in a building run by those furnace dwarves who live in the basement and emerge periodically during the night to whack their shovels and picks against the steam pipes. I like it.

This school is chock-full of girls who always do their homework. In fact, they like doing their homework. Also, you can get good coffee here. For a school, this is very unusual.

Moreover, it appears that staff members and students really have read some of my poems, always an otherworldly sensation. So it was fortunate that I also accidentally got the chance to overhear the maintenance guys complain about having to move library furniture "for some poetry spiel." This was a homey touch, and I appreciated it.