So, Finals are upon me, and one is already out of the way. The tough one that is. Now I get to paint my ass off for a few days until my Final Critique on Tuesday. This is the fruit of this evenings labor. The text comes from the last lines of Death of A Salesman. Aren't babies weird? I mean, really?
Today I began the audio version of Chuck Palahniuk's "Diary: A Novel." Killer, so far.
