Twelve Readers

I wish I had written something earlier to all of you. I've rediscovered my love of saunas and my perpetual procrastination of taking care of myself. I'm taking Survey of African Art next term, and it's almost completely unknown to me. I'm making less plans/risking more misadventures and being a little more paranoid about paper writing. I've been painting enormous paintings and liking it.

If I came home dressed like an enormous whore and a crack addict, would you guys believe me? Just an idle thought.