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yesterday was nice.
finally finished writing a paper for my ridiculous mask-making class and got it in the mail.
went to a meeting (at a secret location!) to talk about doing my art therapy fieldwork with survivors of domestic violence.
rode my bike 16 miles and picked blackberries amongst pokey bushes.
napped.
then, in an attempt to discover a new hotspring last night, we rode all squished like sardines for an hour (following the directions in my hotspring book that happened to be published in 1999), only to find blockades and a million threatening signs which translated to "park here and die" and "you will never see this hotspring, let alone soak in it, bwaa haaa haa!"
but there was a lake nearby. and so we went. we swam in shivery ink water under the stars as trains passed by in the distance. i looked at the moon through binoculars and ate chocolate cookies.
and then it was time for bed.
finally finished writing a paper for my ridiculous mask-making class and got it in the mail.
went to a meeting (at a secret location!) to talk about doing my art therapy fieldwork with survivors of domestic violence.
rode my bike 16 miles and picked blackberries amongst pokey bushes.
napped.
then, in an attempt to discover a new hotspring last night, we rode all squished like sardines for an hour (following the directions in my hotspring book that happened to be published in 1999), only to find blockades and a million threatening signs which translated to "park here and die" and "you will never see this hotspring, let alone soak in it, bwaa haaa haa!"
but there was a lake nearby. and so we went. we swam in shivery ink water under the stars as trains passed by in the distance. i looked at the moon through binoculars and ate chocolate cookies.
and then it was time for bed.