Tuesday, January 27, 2004
I am at school. My persuasion professor cancelled his class (which meets at 9:50 a.m.), but I have to wait around here until my 11:00 a.m. Japanese class. My uncle dropped me off this morning (the idea of me driving through snow makes us both nervous), so I cannot hop into my boxcar for a tour of Target or some of the other joints down the road. Oh, well.at 8:34 AM
I coloured for six straight hours the calendar Laura bought me. This morning my right hand hurts inside. I burned the inside of my left index finger tearing caps off my markers. Colouring is a dangerous pasttime.
