Today was an uneventful day, so..
Today was an uneventful day, so uneventful that it deserves
no title nor real topic of discussion.
I drew a self portrait and then drew my grandfather in the
same pose next to me. We look alike.
I found a monarch butterfly wing this morning, just the
wing, and put it in a baseball card case. It's pretty.
It's also not as sad because I did not have to see the
butterfly dead. I just found her wing.
I also watercolor painted/drew a mystery woman, and then fucked it up
at the end by trying to cover an unnatural brow curve with bangs
that did not look as though they belonged with the rest of
I only left the house once, to buy a cigar so I could roll
I am thirsty right now.
And I should go to sleep soon.
Last night I had a dream I was trapped in high school (this
is a reoccuring one, and it was probably the 20th time I
have dreamed it), and they were telling me I couldn't
graduate even though I had all my credits completed the
year before. It had something to do with behavior and me
making a death threat to Mrs Beach. Why would my
subconscious keep making this same dream up over and over?
I guess it is just a terrible sitcom that the producers
keep fighting to aire. And I'm the only one that tunes in
every night. And even I think it is lame.