Better.

Yesturday got better, so here's some lyrics. Guess the band! Some of you are not alowed to try (you know who you are!) ... it's just to easy for you ;)

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky

Worst.Day.Ever.

Well, ok, mabe not the ABSOULTE worst, but it certainly makes a good template for it. Forgot my keys in the bathroom this morning, so of coarse when I'm already late for class Jeff is in the shower. Which means I'm here at the art building untill 7ish when Amanda is home. I can't even get into my apartment if the door to the building is open. I have a crit today, and without my keys (which are in the apartment I can't get into), I can't open my locker to get at my suplies so I can get a little extra work done. To top it off, the lab that I had this morning (which has been a joke so far) turned out to be much much harder than normal. Getting to it late certainly didn't help.

All is not totaly lost. I should be able to get into one of my locks, so I can at least get at my prints for the crit. While getting together with Trev and the rest of the magic crew was a blast last weekend, I really should have gotten the work done I had planned instead. Would have looked better at the crit.....

Oh well. At least it's cold and raining outside.