Once again, there has been a snow day.
I'm writing now as I wait for some paper maché to dry so I can paint a model for art.
|Said Drying Paper Maché|
|Said Troublesome Canvas|
The standard public transport passive aggression then began. She was constantly sighing and shifting, and pushing my legs away, to which I had no patience; do people not realise that if someone comes onto a bus with a canvas bigger than them, it's probably as a last resort?!
Well anyway, im off to continue painting my final piece.