Wednesday, September 22, 2004
I feel like a pile of poop this morning. I ought to be in my Logic class, but I am playing hooky because I know the instructor won't advance material that isn't in the book already. The TA hosts a discussion section tomorrow; he explains the material more concisely, so if I missed anything today, I'll get it tomorrow. My head hurts too thoroughly for me to sit through an uninformative lecture.
This weekend I actually have constructive work to complete. I have to critique an artist's murals in one of the school buildings for Art Appreciation. Additionally I must research a contemporary artist and chronicle quick research about his work. I think I'll either do Roger Dean (he designed the Yes logo and several of their original albums) or Paul Jackson (a water colour artist who painted murals at the University of Missouri). Then all my classes require massive amounts of studying, for tests occur next week.
I came at this with the intent to write something witty, but for now the head says, "Ouch".
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:05 AM]