Just try to keep it in line

Good god. My throat is swollen and I think I might be getting sick. That's hilarious.

My last class was this afternoon, Kid fiction, and mine was the last piece of the term to be workshopped.

Having my stuff workshopped makes me nervous. I don't really know why, since everybody's always so nice about everything. I think it makes me feel as if I'm giving a presentation, and I've always been crap at that.

I was mainly exhausted, today, because I couldn't sleep last night for no particular reason. Then I fell into a coma at 7:30 AM and my alarm went off at 9:00. Bitch! I kept hitting the snooze button over and over again, because I was having this completely intoxicating dream about, um, trying on clothes. Somewhere in New York. And then I ran into Dex Thompson and she was like, "Oh Claire, you're such a darling fashionista who keeps showing up at all the right places! Let me introduce you to Paulo the photographer!"

(Dex isn't actually like this, thank god. My dreams always make my friends sound like idiots. Particularly Marian. Marian gets it the worst).

I was so starved for sleep that this completely banal dream had me in raptures. Even a nightmare featuring, I don't know, intestinal leeches would have been bliss. When I finally did get up, I had to rush for class in my zombie-like state and didn't have time to stop at Starbucks.

So I was feeling very peculiar throughout the class, is what I'm getting at. I probably left everyone with the impression that I do lots and lots of drugs. BUT OH WELL.

Hmm. I drew a picture of Leonardo last night. The ninja turtle, not the dude. It kind of sucks (his head is too big) but I love drawing that crap. And by crap I mean joyfun.

I'm starting to wish I had a working scanner again, so I could post some art.

And by art I mean drawrings!