I realize that posting photos of my feet doesn't induce any motivation to read this blog of mine, but so be it. I am making notes of my life, and my feet help me travel. Yesterday my dear friend Tori was taking photographs of me and these happened. What the hell is going on here? Feet need to step up to the plate.
To make up for it, here's some stuff:
People I know make me chortle with unacceptable frequency. That's how I like it.
I'm working on a terrible woodcut and a paper about bicycle culture. No sleeping until projects are complete.
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