Sadly, I had no stomach. Where the middle of my body should have been there was just a big blob of pain, and nothing that had to be done was done. (Still; better than to wake up with horns)
Well, after a while everything settled and I went to school for a lecture about Impressionism. It was a good lesson, learned some new things, especially since I hadn't read (haven't even got, as a matter of fact) the 300-p. book that we were supposed to read.
One of the paintings we heard about was Manets Olympia, from 1863:

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The painting shocked the prude people of France, and it was said to be immoral, since Manet had used a prostitute as a model, and Olympia was slang for just, prostitute. the painting has a good story to it, you can check it on Wikipedia, here.
Before the lecture I ran in to my friend Henrietta, which was awesome. I think I scared her, 'cause I yelled 'HENRIETTAAAAAH' and skittled towards her, with my frizzy hair everywhere and arms flailing dangerously and happily around me. It was nice to run into someone I know.
After school I met up with Karro. I didn't have my camera, so I've got no picture proof. Karro - the cool city kid - can totally deny hanging around with me (a hilbilly in comparison), but she won't because she's the best.:) We hung around at a café, drooled over some fine porcelain (I love you Marimekko) and went to yet another café where I digested a potentially deadly brownie. Mmm, contained nuts.:)
And well, I got home safe and sound and made dinner (fish was already out of the freezer) and now I'm going to have a really late dinner.
Honestly, except for the stomach ache, I couldn't possibly imagine a having a nicer day.