I can barely spell. But, erm, at least I got some worthwhile writing done last night? Even if it meant skipping class today. I don't imagine going would've eased the pain of being in the darkroom the rest of the afternoon, though. 3-10:30, yay... Such a headache now too, either from the chemicals, or not eating much, or both... And I have to somehow drag myself out of bed at a reasonable enough time tomorrow morning to get downtown and pick up paper so I can finish my project tomorrow. Not to mention laundry... omg, laundry. I can't remember when I last did it, but I am most certainly out of everything except socks. If I was rich, I'd indulge my laziness a bit more and just buy new stuff. But no, I suppose I just have to clean what I have. Such a shame that I'm not rich. Obviously I'd make such good use of it.
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