| In the moon | ||
| January 27, 2005 || Gutless | ||
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It's been slow and quiet. I'm still feeling bleurgh with the new medicines, and socially starved and challenged from staying home alone for too long (yet dreading any occasions when I have to go somewhere). To be honest, I don't really know what to do with myself. The painting is good, but I doubt it will lead to much. I know my nearest and dearest tell me my work is wonderful, but they are biased, and I don't have anyone I'd trust to tell me anything honest, and I don't see myself seeking out anyone like that, either. Let's face it, I'm gutless. Also, I'm craving oatmeal. My hair needs cutting again. I wish there was a way to stop your hair growing. |
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