Listening to Joy Division to try to get in a morbid surreal mood to write 15-pages on Frida Kahlo and Rene Magritte. I’m finding that, no matter how I try to connect the two, Frida is just not funny. I have about four pages of notes, but no idea how to put it into 15 pages of prose…I just want to lay in bed and enjoy the thunderstorms. As much as I love being in the library, there is a surprising amount of people here on a Sunday and I’d rather not be around them.
