Monday, March 20, 2017

Switching gear

Rough bedtime, thinking of lonesomeness, too much caffeine, sickness, coughing up yellow. 

Wrote a list- to go into 'super-sayan' mode. Fuck healing, I'm too behind.

Morning run in the dark. Like a quick little fox, a remnant of the night. 

No food yet, listening to my body- clear mind, stuffy nose. A vitamin. 

Class- I stand in the back for the demo. In the computer labs I email. 

Out to run errands. My transcript goes out to PAFA in the mail.

I take a picture of a stump, for reference for a linocut.