On Monday morning the aftermath of the snowstorm wreaked havoc on public transit. I could see the streetcar was stuck down the road and so I caught the bus to the subway. But the train crawled and spent about five minutes at every station. I was surprised that I was only half an hour late for work at the Ontario College of Art. It was the third week of posing in the post-apocalypse-themed set. We got started an hour late and the other model, Diana Dufretes told me about a vivid, mystical vision that she'd had. Something about a dancing golden god passing rings from limb to limb.
Throughout my lunch break I wrote in my diary. The teacher started the afternoon with a glazing demo, during which time I got caught up. I got Diana's birth data except for the hour, which she said she would find out. I learned that she had a boyfriend. Too bad.
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