Well, I feel like shit.

And I envy all of you who are getting amazing things done and doing amazing things and trading your favorite poetry and drawing and writing and envy, okay. just. lots of it.

nghhhhhhhh I need food but it requires moving and I was just getting used to the idea that I could ignore feeling like shit for twenty minutes.

okay. stuff. getting done.

ha ha ha.

Maybe I'm stagnated already. That would explain why everyone else seems to be moving so fast.


ps I MISS NEW YORK.

Poetry.

Oh yeah. Meme: favorite poem.

I don't really feel literate with questions like that. It's not like I can think of a whole lot.

But this's the one means the most to me, second place goes to "Television Zombie" which I can't remember how it goes.

( And another regrettable thing about death )

Right, so

I said that

and then I hit 1721 on my wordcount for today

and also pastell'd a new postcard. This is for mabaliciousness, in accordance with the You Get Somethin' I Made meme.

( There's this alternative Rinoa design on the internets... )

Aaaaaaand in the same vein, I also figured out how to play the piccolo solo from Eyes on Me. Just for you, Mab. Just because You Get Somethin' I Made doesn't mean it's at all anywhere near good. ♥ Hey, you asked for it.

One down, six to go.