So the fourth floor of the library was too loud, and I moved to the third (which is ironically so much nicer.) I stopped down to get some coffee however, since I was undeniably nodding off (that’s last night’s space animation whispering in my ear “sleep, sleep”, but I know if I took a nap, I would be working far slower on my paper by night.)
The point of my story is that I apparently stole “Tereza“‘s coffee, but it’s totally not my fault (and if all went well after I left before realizing this, she should just steal mine too- we ordered the same thing.) I just assumed it was mine because the guy announced my order, and didn’t give a name, and at the register, I hadn’t been asked for my name (so of course the “nameless” order was mine, right?)
Somewhere in this library, Tereza has my cup of coffee, and sheprobably doesn’t even know.That’s crazy.
Okay, back to paper writing. I finally got past all the boring seven pages of embroidery history and am getting to talk about contemporary artists! Yay! ONLY TWO AND A HALF PAGES TO GO! (Although it would be super fantastic if I ended up going over, since the paper is actually 15 pages.)