Here I am, sitting in the school library. I have to leave my home because my lover (my bed, actually) didn't want to let me go.
I'm hoping to get some work done today. Buried myself in stacks of design books, and now I feel like drowning with all these random, irrelevant ideas. Good thing, really. At least there's something new in my sketch book. Anyway, I have been wanting to have a hair cut. That soft after-saloon feeling when your fingers sweep through your hair. But I visited the saloon a month ago, isn't it too soon to go again?