September 13th, 2003

sigh

VIA COLORI

Upshot of that festival is that I never want to work with chalk again. *cries* I came home looking like someone had beaten me up... I had black chalk all over my hands and face.

And I'm a little bit pinkened. And very tired. I've been napping all evening.

At least we now know where Short North is. And Utrecht, the cheap art supply store.
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