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Dark have been my dreams, of late - - which is perfect, actually, for what I'm writing in my head, right now. I'm kinda creepin' myself out, but that's good, right? For this, it is. Rest assured; it does not involve astronauts.

Got my mountain o'laundry done, and, having got a wild hair, took my sketchbook. Huzzah. Instantly reabsorbed into it, I hunkered down behind my wall of music, despite the crowd. I possibly still sort of got it - or could, again - which was a relief - but, it's TIME that is my enemy.
As always.
Time and Meh..And possibly an eye exam.
You know..Garbage In, Garbage Out, yo - and I've become surrounded, these past few years, with it. Willingly - and, if not willingly, then certainly unconcernedly..sort of just not giving a fuck, as it piled up, around me. It will be interesting to sort of force my hand, I think. Just to see what comes out. Be ye grateful that I am without scanner.

This cracked us up, hysterically, because it was just one of those nights, y'know - - nicked from internet_sampo: