Fail for the day

I fail at being an Art Major today. I had no idea that Andrew Wyeth was still alive. I'm sure, in part, it's because I'm not a huge fan of his work, but I really thought he was long dead. I'm pretty sure the problem was that I had my wires crossed with Whistler. I can't think of a good reason, besides though probably the W sound and that they're kind of the same colours.

In other news, Les Paul is also not dead. Thank you, evening news.

I am so glad tomorrow is Friday. I think I'm percolating the creeping crud that's going around school. I'm trying to just sleep extra and hope that I'm not going to be sick over next week's break. We have so much to do before Thursday. The house needs a lot of cleaning, the rack needs to be taken down,  and we still need to go buy our damn table. As long as the weather doesn't blow, we're going to go to IKEA tomorrow and buy it.

How is that I have also never heard of Love in a Time of Cholera? Has anyone read it? Is it any good? I never seem to get around to reading fiction novels anymore.

I should probably do something useful, other than sitting around here on the internet, but I just don't feel well. Is it the week-end yet?