Paintin'

My painting professor is a wacky wacky man. I suppose he thinks he is being helpful but he comes around while we are painting and then rants about different unrelated topics. He told one girl about the time he was commissioned to paint 50 tropical fish. He told me that "painting, like doing laundry, is a privilege". One time he went off about a Fiat he rented in France. He recently rented us a one armed nude model for us "interpret".  She's a very serious lady with a furrowed brow and puckered nub.

I'm happy to have spring break next week. I'll have nothing to complain about for an entire 7 days. Do I foresee a good mood coming??