In the moon
January 27, 2005 || Gutless
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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