The Lamp Story:

First off, what sense does it make to build an apartment complex, duplex, house, anything really! without proper overhead lighting in the living room. I like my rooms well lit. I would also like to add the brilliant architect who thought up such non-sensories and add him to my "People I'm Going to Off When I Go Back in Time List": so if anyone knows his/her name, just go on and tell me.

Its annoying. But Jerome and I finally broke last night and bought a second lamp. Its a cool, little tiered thingy with shelves on it; the light from which makes a world of difference. Presently the baby whale with wings is residing on the top shelf; he's so precious.

Which is really all that I have to say about that.

On another completely different subject: I am no longer writing for The Edge. My schooling was suffering (which means I got a D on my History test . . . but I blame that mostly on Goodlett being the professor . . . and nearly crying during French class because I felt like an idiot), so, I decided to go over my priorities and reorganize them. The paper I found was extra. I'm still drawing the comic strip and editorial cartoons, however, and still taking pictures. The two things that I would prefer doing.

Je t'aime mes amis,
Clay