Well, I am worried about my sculpture instructor...hope he's OK since he didn't make it to class today.
I'm just blogging out of obligation right now. I am happy to report I found three writing instruments. One of them is an old pencil torn in half and badly damaged...but by God...I'm not going to let this pencil feel sorry for itself. It still has lots of good use left in it.
My dad roomed with a dude who lost both legs in WW2. He used to tend bar and the callouses left from his artificial legs were huge. But the old boys who trained him to use them after WW2 did not let him indulge in self-pity and he went on to live an OK life without legs. His determination was an inspiration to my dad and a 16 year old boy. So.... "pencil...your personal life is whatever you want to do...(And old Eric was a drinking man. It was funny to watch him remove his artificial legs while drunk. Dad had to help him sometimes.)...but when it comes time to get your shit done...you better be ready whether you got your bottom half or not!!!"
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