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curiouser and curiouser...
Nov. 10th, 2003 02:30 pmThe water is back to being drinkable today, and the first thing I did this morning was take a shower. Ahhhhh, much better.
Then I went off to work, which was in the art studio I don't like as much. It's cooler in there, but it's also not as close to the ladies' room I change in. There's a "changing room" in the studio, but it's really an unused darkroom and the light, when it's working, is red. I find that disconcerting for some reason. Today the light wasn't working at all so I got to get dressed in the dark. I'm not quite sure how I managed to get my shirt back on frontward, but I did, so hooray for me.
After work I went to pick up some checks the Art department was holding for me, and then went to the student center ATM and the library to pick up a book. Now here's the curious part; I had had breakfast in between shower and work, but I came out of work feeling woozy and starving. So I got a scone and a cup of coffee (Irish cream, bleah, but it was the only decaf there was), and inhaled those, and now I feel better except for having sore arms. You wouldn't think that holding still for something over an hour and a half combined would be that difficult, but it is. Today there was another figure drawing class in the studio I like working in, and the model from that class came in to cool off a little during one of his breaks (which coincided with one of mine) and we complained at each other about how hot it is in his studio and how drafty it is in mine.
Domesticity, in the form of making soup stock and doing dishes, calls. Following which, the theory paper and other academic stuff calls. Off I go to be productive.
Then I went off to work, which was in the art studio I don't like as much. It's cooler in there, but it's also not as close to the ladies' room I change in. There's a "changing room" in the studio, but it's really an unused darkroom and the light, when it's working, is red. I find that disconcerting for some reason. Today the light wasn't working at all so I got to get dressed in the dark. I'm not quite sure how I managed to get my shirt back on frontward, but I did, so hooray for me.
After work I went to pick up some checks the Art department was holding for me, and then went to the student center ATM and the library to pick up a book. Now here's the curious part; I had had breakfast in between shower and work, but I came out of work feeling woozy and starving. So I got a scone and a cup of coffee (Irish cream, bleah, but it was the only decaf there was), and inhaled those, and now I feel better except for having sore arms. You wouldn't think that holding still for something over an hour and a half combined would be that difficult, but it is. Today there was another figure drawing class in the studio I like working in, and the model from that class came in to cool off a little during one of his breaks (which coincided with one of mine) and we complained at each other about how hot it is in his studio and how drafty it is in mine.
Domesticity, in the form of making soup stock and doing dishes, calls. Following which, the theory paper and other academic stuff calls. Off I go to be productive.
