So, this is interesting. I was just reading through some of my old writings, and I am one funny girl. I'm completely and utterly out of control. No wonder I wrote so much, I was crazy. But, as I was reading, I started to miss writing about absolutely nothing day after day. It just seems so theraputic to pretend people actually read this crap, but somehow, someway, it gives me the ability to sleep at night.

Enough about my depressing life.. I just finished one of my drawings I've been waiting to finish for months. I really didn't have a whole lot more to finish, but I think pure laziness and also the pot factored into that equation really did a number on my notebook. It's really laggin' on good stuff. And by that, I mean anything that I can call art and get away with..

So, I just made some tomato, Italian herbs, parmasean cheese, garlic salt, and ground pepper soup. To go with that, I found a baguette hiding in the freezer just waiting to be defrosted, heated up, and then dipped into my glorious soup. To accompany the midnight meal, I'm watching Clue. This movie always makes me feel better. Or at least, not like an asshole.