I went to the zoo on a gloomy afternoon for my drawing class. Everything appeared languid and pathetic except for the bright pink flamingos. Bouncing, chasing, attacking, they fought against one another as if there was some long and bitter feud. But in that petty violence, I found a sense of liveliness and a captivating power. Foolish but sincere. Mean girls, I thought. And today's Wednesday. How perfect.