Thursday, February 25, 2010
in the realms of the unreal
Last weekend, my mom was in town for her birthday. We went to no less than two poetry readings, one museum, one movie, one Plaza hotel, and one Crunch gym, to try and negate all the scones and chocolate bread pudding we consumed. She met many of my friends. For one of the days, I was crippled with a migraine and throwing up, but my mom bought me ginger ale and let me sleep with an ice pack over my face.
Going to school is hard, and sometimes I have nightmares about not finishing my homework, but I like it. I think I prefer stress to boredom. Or, I find boredom to be more stressful than a challenge.
Why doesn't the American Folk Art museum have more Dargers displayed? I thought they had a huge collection.