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I planned on drawing today, but I couldn't, I couldn't even even figure out the right way to put the pencil on the paper. 
I fucking hate being ill. 
I'm going to try and make some intestines tomorrow, if this flu dies down a little. That'll be fun. 
I did have a pretty good week, lots of birthdays, so lots of celebrations. 
There was our Moulin Rouge ( Read more... )

It snowed yesterday.

When will I know that I really can go
To the well one small town to decide on
When its killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When its killing me, what do I really need
All that I need to look inside

The more I see the less I know
The more ( Read more... )

I've tried quite hard not to use this journal for ranting and raving, but it's gotten to the point where I need to vent my frustration somewhere - as it wouldn't be fair to release it all at some poor soul who's agreed to listen.

I'm overwhelmed by the fact that every time something good happens it has to be counteracted with something bad.

I've ( Read more... )

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends ( Read more... )

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