You love this painting as much as I do.
Very sick today. Yuh. . .Snot is all over the bedroom floor. It's a classy situation.
I've nothing to say that'll move humanity with right now, but I do have plans. Always, with The Plans. They wear big red capes, by the way. I know you were wondering.
I am home-less, this college season. We'll see how that turns out. My mother is completely adament I live on an impossible campus, and just about anywhere else but the dreaded Lewiston area. I don't think she's being very practical. I have the chance to live with a longtime friend with a steady income, and no percent of the rent needing to be paid.
"I want you to get along with kids your own age." (special note of sub-conscious: HA-hah-HA-hah-HAAAah) Uh, where were you, five years ago? I understand her, but she's a bit far away from the ground. . .
Future babies! please note: a parent's time line of your age is delayed, depending on their level of denial or control issues. Greg Brown, sing me to sleep.
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