Damn. of all the days to not have my paints in my bag. they’re sitting on my desk letting the ultramarine dry. I’ll color it later if I have time.
widow’s peak. reading Le Monde diplomatique. and not in english. I imagine she’s a french expat.
Ned’s so patient. me, less so. we’re here only on Tues. but I’m antsy while he’s in there chit-chatting with everyone. mister social. He’s truly amazing.
waiting for the doctor. again.