I am admittedly lazy. Today, I had a Senior Seminar class with professor Lisa Crafton, a woman who is her eyes. Her teaching strategy, I think, is through smiling critical eyes in that she calls on you by looking at you, expecting an educated answer. I always read my texts and think for that class, if only for the eyes that happily urge me to use my brain. I always feel intelligant and inquisitive after the class, a feeling that I do not normally get after an intensive English class. After my class, however, my brain seemed to shut down. I walked aimlessly back to my apartment, my mind becoming heavy and irritated; I distinctly remember being followed by a butterfly all the way home, but it was so lucid, it could have just not been real. I completely forgot that I should have been reading, writing, or even drawing; just keeping busy to make sure that I didn't go to sleep and waste the day. After lunch, which tasted like salty cardboard nuggets, I simply went to sleep. For three and a half hours. It was meant to be. After my nap and after mindless t.v., internet and music, I set to reading...about ten pages. Then Anthony calls me and we have a mid-evening cap and watch some tv. Still no progress. My life is an idiot this day. I mindlessly go to the grocery store and spend too much money on nothing, make plans to go out for drinks after the Lambda meeting.
And that's about it.

Tomorrow I think should be "Short story time" as opposed to random improv exercises.