Dan Dominguez, Juan
Nava, and I went running this morning.
Juan was left behind, but I only ran a mile. Both Dan and Juan kept going.
That is a good
breakfast.
I woke up at the
ungodly hour of 12:30am, but stayed up all day.
I was back reading Duncan Hannah's Twentieth Century Boy, and Desmond
Morris's The Lives of the Surrealists.
Then I spent the rest of the day going at my cubist self-portrait.
Tired, but good
day.
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