have you got nothing to say?

how wonderful is it when certain people come along and remind you of how stupid you have been?

maybe if i was a different person things would happen slightly differently and i'd be writing something completely different but things are what they are and i'll take all i can from that. and of course, maybe this just goes to show again how stupid i can be. but in this case being stupid doesn't seem so bad.

so here we are. sunday morning in a small tuscan town, full of saltless bread, working on studio projects. i should write my project proposal for art history. maybe get some laundry done. i'll see you around.