fuck

Fuck.

I built a refrigerator for my class with beer inside of it and then I didn't go to class.  I feel like a loser.  I drank some of the beer instead and fell asleep.  It doesn't really matter.  Everything that happens will ultimately prove to be either false or misinterpreted.  This is ok.  I will continue to make appliances that don't really work out of wood.  Probably for my final wood project, I will make a pizza and box for the pizza, both out of wood.  Everything will marvel at my ingenuity and my ability to render the banal in a way that is imaginative and also still convincingly realistic.  It is ok to make pizza out of wood, I know this because I have thought about it before.

I also used epoxy last night.  Now there are various items permanently attached to my desk.  I also masturbated with some epoxy on my fingertips.  I was surprisingly calm during this process.  I washed my hands afterwards and went to bed.  

Here is an artist who has done some actually amazing things with wood.

Also, Ryan Manning, how did you find me?  Do you have a team of blog-explorers constantly searching for new and obscure blogs to post on?  You are like ten men, except you're just one really lonely man.  I think I maybe posted once on someone's blog that you could have possibly seen, and you found me?  I feel so confused and alert.