Lila Griffin’s gallery

Second Monday of the semester and the only plan that sounds right is a sketch show downtown that keeps promising to roast the algorithm — got halfway through changing and the couch made a better argument. Tell me you wouldn't do the same.

Finished grading the whole stack and the reward was standing here long enough to realize I never put anything else on. You free?

First week of the semester survived and I'm on this patio pretending I don't have a stack of ungraded introductions waiting at home. Stay or send me back?

First class of the semester starts in an hour and I'm still in this booth rewriting a syllabus that was already fine yesterday. The cardigan gave up on my shoulder somewhere around page three. Talk me out of one more draft?

New campus office and the building emptied out before I finished unpacking — somewhere between shelving books and giving up, the rest of it came off too. What would you do if you knocked and the door was already open?

Summer's almost over and I'm not ready to be the person with a desk and office hours again. Keep me company?

Found the record store playing nothing but Minneapolis Sound all day and stopped pretending I was looking for anything in particular — the guy behind the counter hasn't said a word and I haven't decided if that's politeness. Tell me which you'd be looking at.

Surly's taproom is almost empty and the field outside is still just cables and a half-built stage, but the sound check is already bleeding through the walls. Not thinking about Monday yet — you coming?

Last free Friday before the semester and I'm sitting on the kitchen counter with nowhere to be, pretending the course roster isn't staring at me from the laptop. What would distract you first?

The fair opens in a few hours and sleep gave up on me first — these sheets went even earlier. Think you could fix that?