I haven't been around much, Have I?
No, I've been doing a lot of school work. Doing this and doing that as well. I really don't know what to write. I had a nice, huge paragraph and accidently clicked the back button, and away it went. So I'm a tad frustrated, but I don't really care. I'm having a good conversation with Korry. Talking about dreams. I enjoy talking about dreams, but I wonder if other people care for what my dreams are about. I mean, what significance could it hold for them? They listen, nod their heads and say, "Why, yes, that is quite strange, indeed." And what more could one say?
Maybe he became interested because he was in the dream I had today. Sitting in my car, as we usually do. But there was yellow paint all around outside. A foot deep. We were falling asleep in the fumes. Something along those lines.
I wonder how late I'm going to be able to stay up tonight. I stayed up until 2.30 last night. I painted for 6 hours straight. I'm exhausted, yet refreshed today. I'd like to work some more on something tonight. But I'm not sure I can. I need to work on making my Bat Wings for Design. But it's not due until Monday. I know that I really shouldn't be putting it off. I could just do it tomorrow after class, except I'm going to work on stuff I should turn in Thursday tomorrow. And then, of course, I'll be getting nice and drunk. Well, I guess I'll see how things go. And now I should go look at that Manko set I noticed up a few days ago. I haven't seen it yet, I just hope I'm patient enough with my exclusively lame dial up. Fuck dial up.
No, I've been doing a lot of school work. Doing this and doing that as well. I really don't know what to write. I had a nice, huge paragraph and accidently clicked the back button, and away it went. So I'm a tad frustrated, but I don't really care. I'm having a good conversation with Korry. Talking about dreams. I enjoy talking about dreams, but I wonder if other people care for what my dreams are about. I mean, what significance could it hold for them? They listen, nod their heads and say, "Why, yes, that is quite strange, indeed." And what more could one say?
Maybe he became interested because he was in the dream I had today. Sitting in my car, as we usually do. But there was yellow paint all around outside. A foot deep. We were falling asleep in the fumes. Something along those lines.
I wonder how late I'm going to be able to stay up tonight. I stayed up until 2.30 last night. I painted for 6 hours straight. I'm exhausted, yet refreshed today. I'd like to work some more on something tonight. But I'm not sure I can. I need to work on making my Bat Wings for Design. But it's not due until Monday. I know that I really shouldn't be putting it off. I could just do it tomorrow after class, except I'm going to work on stuff I should turn in Thursday tomorrow. And then, of course, I'll be getting nice and drunk. Well, I guess I'll see how things go. And now I should go look at that Manko set I noticed up a few days ago. I haven't seen it yet, I just hope I'm patient enough with my exclusively lame dial up. Fuck dial up.
bpatrick:
Thanks. How was the Subhuman show?
timtoxic:
Hope the Subhumans show was good. They decided not to play at the wow hall. 