whirlyknives

i guess it's right and proper to wish everyone a merry christmas, even if it isn't your bag. i don't know. i've been sick for too damn long, and everyday when i think i'm getting better, i end up feeling shitty at night. like now i've got this fucking annoying cough that just won't go away. and i'm all sleep deprived and can't remember really if i've dreamt things or if they've happened to me, and best is i can't even really figure what these things are. yes, i don't know what i'm talking about.

i found this really amazing artist here named william dunlap. not here as in here, but here as in the museum here, in south carolina, charleston, the gibbes. it had been awhile since i'd really wanted to do nothing but stay inside a museum and look at the same paintings. it was nice.

i love whoever knows this quote:

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nerd.