Hand-raised my first successful seamless vessels out of a solid sheets of red brass. May or may not have been the most satisfying task I’ve ever completed. There are still touch-ups and finishing to do, and the pitcher will eventually get a handle. They stand about ten inches high.
Gem at the university’s book sale.
The morning after [Animal Collective].
The show was good. The entire stoner pizza we ate afterwards was better.
My anxiety is above the roof.
Rend your garmets!
Race to the rooftops!
My hair seems to have grown four inches last night.
Its unruly behavior matches the disruption happening in my head.
Raising big brass nipples.
The last sentence read to me before I woke up was, “He broke through the ice like a female Great White in heat”.
What the fuck was I dreaming, why was it in sentence form like that, and why did I have to wake up? The story was apparently just getting good.
There’s a woman staying at the hostel who has had MS for 15 years and is here to run the half marathon tomorrow.
Talk about suddenly feeling worthless.
Been canning: my goods look so good I can never eat them.
Ok, this cat is really cute.