"I remember taking a nap..."
"You didn't so much 'take a nap' as much as Audrey had to carry you to your bed and pry a beer out of your hands."

Sigh. I always put up such a fight.

I awoke from my 'nap' four hours later, completely confused and without any knowledge of what happened after, oh, about 5 pm. The nap was a baptism into ignorant bliss.



Yesterday: weirdest. day. ever. It was open studio day, and all the seniors were around the fourth floor, looking at each other's work, talking to the teachers. This got old quickly and the day soon turned into an all-day party.

"I'm glad everyone just decided today was a drinking day," Jack said, swinging his bottle around. He was drinking Jameson wrapped in a paper bag, but had ripped a window (per my suggestion) out so you could see the label. 'Cause that day, we were big spenders.



There were old women wandering around, looking at all the work. One of them wandered into my studio as and was examining my work. What was playing from my computer?

"I be sneaking with his gal yeah massaging that monkey
Slapping her on the ass while she riding that donkey
And now my name in the mix
But thats what you get putting your thang in a bitch"

Jesus.


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Day old blues.
"Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair. Boys are gonna hate the way I seem."