mintcar

"just in case there's any misunderstanding, you will be living in studio for the next ten days. you can only go home to eat and sleep."

"what about shower?"

"not even that."

our architecture teacher warning us on the gloom and doom of the final days of architecture.

(excerpted from bruce's blog).


--So, I am sick. I am not at the unable to function at all sick, but pretty crappily tired sick. Got nauseated on and off starting Sun/Monday ... finally kicked in last night. With lots of rolling around in abdominal pain. Plan?: Keep on truckin.

And listen to Ella Fitzgerald:

I'm in love with you
And all that jazz
You're my dream come true
And all that jazz
Baby, you're too much
You've got the skin I love to touch
The skin I love to touch too much, mmm
And all that jazz.

You have got the lips
that suit my taste
And your fingertips
can't be replaced
Oh, baby, what you've got,
nobody has
And I've got you
And all that jazz