It's already late and I haven't done so much as a sentence of my sociology essay. Damn. I've instead spent the day in the garage, painting a road cone which I stole from the pavement when no one was looking. Stuffed it into the back of Monique's beetle and sped off. Saw a cop van parked on the side of the road. "Shit, the cops. Hide it!" And tried to lay it down on the backseat but it'a a big fat orange thing and quite conspicuous.
Anyway, so the road cone now stands in my empty garage, with newspaper and cut out photographs stuck all over it. I am covered in glue and enamel paint.
I am also realizing that Muse sounds a lot like Queen.