Note to self: staying up all night to paint produces a severe hang-over style headache. Shortly after the last post I fell asleep and (according to sis) was hitting everyone who dared to wake me up. At some point she finally got me to wake up so I could get dressed for movie and church. Urgh. So I got dressed (took a shower in the morning after a bit of DDRing, so didn't have to), washed off all the oil paint on Karen's new canvas with some turpenoid (and started it up again last night), went back downstairs and curled myself fetal-style on the couch. Tried to get some shut eye, but sis was practicing piano, grandma was talking loudly on the phone, and dad was watching sports with the tv turned up loud. I got immensely irritated and went back up to my room.

Fell asleep and woke up at 9pm. I think it's the bad brew of coffee that I had during the night.

I stayed up this night as well. Worked on Karen's portrait for a bit until I was satisfied with the colors (second undercoat to be later painted ontop of) then ate dinner 'round 1am while watching Nature on PBS. Once dinner was done, I popped in ALLO and (not wanting to touch any artwork for a good two hours) broke out the crotchet needle.

Ideally, I'd be able to knit one of the outfits I'm trying to make for the fashion show... but from the tumorous lump of yarn I created while watching sexy McGregor, I'm guessing that it's a no go. Ugh.

Today... I can't sleep until 9pm. I still have piano, but then I have three weeks off. Damn... that means I need to practice.

I also wanted to post something from the Hipster Handbook that sis bought, but then remembered that I promised not to do degrading stuff like that. So, no post.

Now I think I'll have breakfast and sleep afterwards. I need to invest in sleeping pills so I can get some semblance of regular sleep.