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I'm unspeakably relieved that no one I love was hurt in the horrible fire in Rhode Island, but poor Cheryl. Poor Mike. Rhode Island's such a small state, and they were both involved in the music scene there, so it was inevitable that they'd know people who were injured or killed in the disaster. And the media saturation in their part of the world is getting to them. I hope they're okay.

Slightly cheerier, tonight in ceramics I finally got my locker open. I had to go up and borrow a hammer from the woodshop place, and then thie guy whacked the lock off. Nice guy. Then I worked on my silly trophy-ritual project, which is quite an ugly bit of nonsense based around the image of the maple leaf that adorns my ankle. After class a girl noticed my knitting needles sticking out of my bag and, since she was also walking to the F train, we got to talking about knitting and now I've agreed to come in early next week and teach her how to make mittens. So, see? I made a friend. Apparently, it's not so difficult to make friends.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention