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Melvin B's is a bar on Rush Street.  It shares space with another bar, Cactus and the run down Cedar Hotel (now with color TV and A/C).  I have a theory about the little dive bar that no one really seems to notice.  I think it's magic.  No I'm not kidding.  When I mention it to people I can see the vague recollection of the name in their eyes, but they can't place the bar.   Even when I tell them exactly where it is, they respond with a distant "Ooh." pretending to know, but not really.   That, in my mind, just supports my theory. Last year, my teacher Paul told us about his experience at Melvin B's.  He was living on Elm Street in his divor

Man, watercolor class has been canceled for tomorrow.  Something about "extreme weather conditions."  Come on, it's not that bad! Pssh, Valentine's Day 2007 sucks balls. ....................... Oh yeah, and if one more random person (as in- not any of you reading this) asks me if I have a "Valentine" I'm gonna have to drive a sharp stick into my eyesocket or theirs', either way the annoyance will be gone.

Man, watercolor class is SO what I need right now.  It's just so perfect, every wednesday evening I get off work around 5:30, run home, change out of the black and go.  I love it, that change-of-clothes moment really describes how I feel mentally.  I'm moving from one person to the next.  And when I go to class I don't talk about work, I don't think about work, it's just art.  There are no deadlines, no grades, it's so relaxed.  There are thin guidelines, but hell, it's 100% about the art.  So awesome, so freakin, A man.  And when I'm not in class I don't think about class.  That way, when I get to the studio at 6:30 I can devote everything I