Accomplished quite a bit and was just in an all around good mood.
I made 2 paintings in my art class.
Almost finished a roll of film of Amber in a bookstore across the street from work.
{which I fell deeply in love with.}
But I'm tired now. And warm.
Really don't want to go to school tomorrow. At all.
I don't like those classes.
I feel like I'm failing them, and I don't even care.
I only care because I know I'm disappointing my dad.
And even then,
shit.
