"all my prophets were singers of sad songs"
-waxwing.
well, unfortunately i still haven't done my painting homework. i guess i should do it now, since my class is at 6:30 tonight. fuck. drinking beer last night didn't motivate me to do it, instead, i reorganized my room and made it pretty. i feel like everything should have its own place.
i went outside for a minute because dave thought the mailman was here. no mail, but i stood on the porch and breathed the cold wet morning air. dave's dad is sending him $300 overnight so he's going to buy us groceries!!! the 3 of us have a total of about $50 right now.
coffee is good.