Nobel, pulitzer, and a poodle

I started reading Grapes of Wrath for school today and am already suffering from severe depression/profound doubt of mankind. Just kidding, I haven’t even finished the introduction.

As a result I eat plastic otters and create unorthodox scenes with dolls.

Exhibit A. (This is Sammy’s work, actually. He made these the other day.)

Exhibit B. (I think he’s really on to something here.)

The other reading group is assigned Of Mice and Men, presumably the better one because it’s shorter and you don’t have to read as much. I would have liked to read Grapes of Wrath on my own, anyway, so I was happy to get that [Grapes] group. I felt really smart in class when I mentioned Woody Guthrie and his relation to the Dust Bowl, and that John Steinbeck had a poodle.