relax, oh slave

An eventful day, but I’m not in the mood to write about it at length.

She meowed at me. Again. All I did was give a cold glare back. She did a double take. I hope she got the message. I wish freaky girls would leave me alone.

I attended a yoga class today for my journalism story. It was very interesting. If I had time to be relaxed I probably would be, now.

This was on the front page of the Duluth News Tribune. The headline and pictures seem to suggest something altogether different from real life.

I hope that a picture is an acceptable substitution for written substance. I’m gonna go read about slaves.

Dane