@work tonight i assisted in the restraint of a howling hysterical old woman who, in some midnight transformation, had managed to claw right through her brief & furiously smear its contents all over her body & face like fecal warpaint. we had to cut off her nightgown to begin the cleanup. as i held her hands & she screamed about the bugs under her skin, i glanced down into her gaping angry mouth, saw her exposed tonsils & realized just how much she resembled the soap lady from the mutter museum. my heart swelled. philly, i am deliriously homesick.