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FUCK YOU, February. Fuck you right in the ear. You have been even more horrible than usual this year, right down to your last gasp, and I hate you. I raise a glass to your demise.

In my glass, however, is tasty riesling wine. And said glass is located on this beautiful new-to-us dining room table, purchased from craigslist, which adds a class factor of approximately 300% to the room:



We are drinking said wine partly in celebration of the end of said goddamn horrible month, and partly in celebration of the fact that Corey now has a SECOND INTERVIEW for his dream job, for which fingers are ferociously crossed. Send mad post-doc vibes everybody!!

Also, I got an email this week to say I am going to Art in the Park again! Sah-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Must get my butt in gear this weekend!!!!

To do:

* cut up and grind scraps for crazy quilt panel
* design: morning glory panels, crazy art nouveau mirrors, little mirrors with balloons
* design and start working on painted nudes

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Also: the other night I foolishly picked up Neil Gaiman's Coraline, thinking I'd read for half an hour and then go to sleep. Not only was I riveted to this book for two or three times that long, completely unable to put the thing down unfinished, but also it scared the crap out of me, to the point where I couldn't sleep for a while after I did finish it. It was AWESOME.