Even in Kyoto

I forgot how much I loved Post-It notes. I ran out maybe two months ago, and have been making do with other forms of scratch paper--backs of envelopes, paper that has printed matter on one side, the back or palm of my hand (the old-fashioned palm pilot, I like to say). But I had to pick up some supplies at the ASU bookstore the other day and remembered to grab a block of those square Post-It notes and a bunch of those teeny-tiny ones. Now there are five or six of them stuck to my desk in various places, covered in all sorts of useful information.

Last night in Pottery I started making a clay boot, but I wasn't able to finish it, so I'm headed back tonight. It's pretty cool, so I'm sure it will break at some point. Unfortunately, this is our last week for making stuff, and it's not going to be dry enough in time to fire it for our last class. So I think I'm going to sign up for pottery again in the fall, instead of painting. It's frustrating to have to limit myself to one evening art class per week, but I've learned the hard way that it's not a good idea to schedule more than one evening a week.

The boot was such a great break from the ants. I'm getting a bit burned out, to the point where more than 8 hours is way too much time with the ants. The last day is Monday. I can make it through that. Then I'll take a nice day off.

Well. Time to go home and figure out what's going on with the studio apartment's air conditioner.