After a good, solid morning poop, I was convinced I’d beaten the traveler’s diarrhea. So, to celebrate, I decided to go to the top deck and get a breakfast burrito. Big mistake. I felt sick almost immediately. A few hours later, and it was back to the squirts. Damnit.
There was some good news from the morning, though. I finished Superhero movie and I loved it. Probably my favorite slapstick since the Naked Gun.
That afternoon I had painting, which went well. I finished my color series, which meaning all I had left for the class was to work no my art journal.
Before dinner, I put an hour into working on this journal, and after dinner I met with Tolan and Derek to work on our Ol’ Western. I really had a lot of fun adding Derek to the comedy equation. I wish we’d collaborated more with him.
That night I hooked up with Amy, but, despite normal progress after hooking up for the first couple times, we had completely stalled. She continued to reject my advances. Which was frustrating, because I would lose all faith in myself as a man if I couldn’t get laid on SAS. Worse, she seemed to be dropping hints that we wouldn’t be having sex at all. I figured I’d feel it out at least a few more times, but I might need to search for greener pastures.
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