I find quoting lyrics kind of naff, I guess. But between the cheap price of booze at life drawing sometimes, and the shitty music they have on that leads to my bringing my walkman, I guess I'm not in a position to call kettles black. There's a lot of Mountain Goats stuff here. For what it's worth, Heretic Pride totally scratches my lapsed Catholic itch. Though I don't know if I can even use that label for myself anymore. I hold my tongue every time someone sneezes in my office because my closest supervisors are aggressive atheists. "Bless you," wouldn't go down well at all. I can't even remember the last time I went into a church when I wasn't asking for something, or following a homeless person, shamefully clutching a twenty dollar bill meant to allay my guilt about something or another.

For the second week in a row I couldn't really hack life drawing. I become slightly overwhelmed at the site of whole nudes. Hands and feet, though, that's something I can do.