Gods, sometimes I wish artists weren't so temperamental. If they weren't geniuses, I wouldn't have any patience for them at all; as it is, I have very little, and they're quickly wearing it out.

Time, I think, for a vacation.

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It was about ten in the morning, and Ali was staring forlornly at her schoolbooks. Up for seven hours now, after only a few hours in bed, the words across the page were determined to continue their game of hide and seek without regard for her attempts to study. Finally she closed her books and laid her head atop them, closing her eyes for a ( Read more... )