It's also reached a point where I can't stuff all my books into my little bookcase. I'm thinking of clearing out all the videos I stash on my headboard shelves and putting some of my favorite/ scandalous books there.
Eh, learned too much about you, Matt. And, for once, I'm the only one not in an odd mood. Well, not the case now. Hardly anything's cheering me up at the moment. Dammit, he dragged me down into his general apathy.
Or not. I can still paint and escape all of this. Whoo. Trying to do an acrylic self-portrait from that really depressing photo of myself. I'm restricting the palette to yellow, orange, white, and purple... Sadly, I'm looking more like Phil than myself. Time to knock down the size of the eyes.
I could finish it tonight... but no. I still have a hundred or so pages left in Changer and I have the urge to finish it tonight.
Time to go heat up some water for coffee.
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