i can't be bothered to think of a title.
Well that was stupid. Remind me the next time I need a mug shot never to go to the shops to do it, because I spent six bucks on a crappy photo, came home, and got a good one with my own camera. That was stupid.
I should learn to draw buildings. Correction, I should get round to practicing drawing things in perspective. Perspective and I aren't the best of friends. That's a problem. Oh wait, I need to get around to drawing something for someone. You know with my hand cramping up every now and then, I wonder if one day I'll just lose it. That wouldn't be good, that and my eyes. The list can go on really, if I were cripple, mute... Yeah okay, morbidity a no go.
Have been scanning a bunch of photos from way before. Which reminds me: Richard mate, among other potentially embarrassing pictures, I have one of you in a zebra costume from what was one of your first forays into the world of stage craft.
There are over a hundred discs in my possession. Is that not a slightly disturbing fact? There is also now colour in my wardrobe, though I won't be touching most of it for now. Yay to me. I can feel my face wanting to breakout (again) at the thought of tomorrow. Boo to that.
I realise that tomorrow's going to exhaust me, and that I should sleep.
I should learn to draw buildings. Correction, I should get round to practicing drawing things in perspective. Perspective and I aren't the best of friends. That's a problem. Oh wait, I need to get around to drawing something for someone. You know with my hand cramping up every now and then, I wonder if one day I'll just lose it. That wouldn't be good, that and my eyes. The list can go on really, if I were cripple, mute... Yeah okay, morbidity a no go.
Have been scanning a bunch of photos from way before. Which reminds me: Richard mate, among other potentially embarrassing pictures, I have one of you in a zebra costume from what was one of your first forays into the world of stage craft.
There are over a hundred discs in my possession. Is that not a slightly disturbing fact? There is also now colour in my wardrobe, though I won't be touching most of it for now. Yay to me. I can feel my face wanting to breakout (again) at the thought of tomorrow. Boo to that.
I realise that tomorrow's going to exhaust me, and that I should sleep.