Painting class was a little better yesterday, because I did my own thing instead of what the teacher said to do. I know there's a lesson in there somewhere... We were supposed to learn about perspective (or, as one bright student called it, 'perception'), but I got bored and worked on a little abstract thing that turned out not horrible.

Fucking fall (foul) weather. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the worst season of the year, when mother nature turns into a bitch and breaks it to us not so gently that summer is definitely over, and it ain't comin' back til 2003. The season where you know there is no nice weather to look forward to for another five months.
I tell you, bears have the right idea.