If I were a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream.
I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
Innnnteresting. I wonder how Dr. Elliott, my Art History teacher in college, would score on this?
Spent the night with Kathy last night. Nothing happened Judah-wise to her yesterday; hopefully the first couple of days of the week'll be the end of it.
She has her jury this afternoon, and she's doing it with a head cold (which I think she's given to me). Wish her luck, everyone.