i had class hours from 8:30 to 3:50 again, and i stayed for a while longer also. i did finish that painting however.
um. not much else. i ate pancakes and felt bad afterwords.
i'm going home tomorrow instead of sunday, and that feels alright. i just need to wake up for the train. it's sort of pathetic that i need to worry about waking up for things.
i'm listening to jazz a lot, and that feels alright also.
this entry is worse than matts.
and now i remember why i don't do these kinds anymore.