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Damn, Best of CraigsList is still funny:

• Missed Connection With My Self-Esteem
• to the beautiful woman whose dog i drop-kicked this morning
• Superglue Lesbian
• To the gorgeous blond in the third row from the back
• Craigslist -- Baghdad

Owchy feet

Ow ow ow ow ow. That’s what my feet are saying. Also my arms, but not as much.

Remember how I did an upper-body workout yesterday, for the first time in over a week? And I pushed myself and did more reps than I’d previously managed to do on three exercises? Well, today, owch. I skipped out on Heavyhands because I wanted to give my arms and shoulders some recovery time.

I went in to Manhattan to deposit some checks (and that’s one damn fine feeling, let me tell ya), and figured while I was there I’d do a bit of pencil shopping, and also figured that since I’d blown off Heavyhands, I could save myself a few bucks transit fare by walking down to Pearl Paint. Look, there’s a map! That’s me walking over to Union Square from the 14th Street PATH station, then down Broadway to Canal, then up to Grand to see if Soho Art Supply had anything interesting (yes, but not interesting enough to buy), then back down to Canal for some odd reason, discovering another cheap bus to Boston (Lucky Star Bus, all trips $10 each, but that’s a limited time offer), over to Sixth Avenue, up to 9th Street, deciding the trains would probably be uncomfortably crowded at 5:30, over to Grand Central Art Supply on Third Avenue, down to St. Marks to hunt for cheap CDs (didn’t find any that struck my fancy), back over to Sixth Ave., home. Looks like about four and a half miles.

I got a bunch of pencils. ( List of pencils, for the art supply geeks out there. )

I tried out the dark Derwent, and discovered that my Moleskine sketchbook, while brilliant for pen-and-ink and fineline marker, isn’t well suited to water techniques.