Sounds like you had a...unique day. GUESS WHAT I DID!!!!! I went to art class. And drew people (that I can assure you are dead by now) too.  So we have a few things in common.  I have been eating up the circle this whole day, (even during art class-muahaha)  and finally finished it a few minutes after driving into the valley.  It is amazingly sad, terrifying, and simple- in a complicated way. I would highly recommend reading it- I think you would like it. I will tell you more about it later, or earlier in your world. I went to the Fairfax farmer;s market and observed fellow Drake-ians from afar.  Then I overdosed on peaches and made a whole bowl of salad disappear in about two minutes. I will tell Liv about this Tom Baker, and it will be good because it will give me an excuse to call her. I haven't seen her for a while, (meaning a week). I become antisocial during most summers-Sometimes I need a break from people. Not you, of course. Sometimes I need to be alone to realize how much I actually need others in my life.  Human interaction is  like my energy, and I have to go into hibernation (aka read) over the summer to stay happy.  That was a lot of bad comparisons...I'll be drawing my first live model tom. and I shall go forth and, um, blemish white paper with mixed emotions.  Honestly I am so done with COM art classes. During the watercolor class we spent more time (hours) watching a demo from bubbly Julie, whom I cannot stop disliking. I like Marty's class the most, it is close to home, quiet, loosely structured, and I get to explore the valley and feed horses apples on the way home.

(there is an extensive back story to this poem- don't take it seriously)

I am an angry sloth

Covered by a woolly cloth

I'm too slow to take it off

My summer is an angry sloth

And in this moment I am lost

really, I am

I have no idea where to take this poem

this excuse for a poem

In fact I can't take it anywhere because I am a sloth

covered by a woolly cloth

Sitting in front of a wave

waiting to be swept into my grave

to this still time-

I am a slave



-Eughhh, this poem was not my fav.