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i finished me drawing in ink today. i took more polaroids to draw on. all of them lately there arent anylines i want to draw on but i cant help but to draw on them. i like them anyways. im feeling like i like my art again? i dont know, im just not really thinking about it. but i am enjoying it. my finger feels like its bubbling, i look at it, its completely normal. its so windy up here. this hill isnt even very high. im just reading internet stuff, like artist and musicians, its like reading the dictionary to me. i enjoy it, but i never remember any of it. maybe if i tried to be more knowledgable i could.i dont understand why i would, like my spelling, and um. like, i dont know.i dont kno wwhat i am talking about. i need to do at least one more drawing today.i should have already been working on it since adri is asleep right now. he wakes up and watches me draw, he tries to grab my jar of ink.adri royal. having and child and being so in love with him, its so constant and normal now. but when i think about it alot, its so stange.i mean its completely normal, being a mother. but me being a mother, its strange.i cant believe how much i love it. i used to think mothers faked their love for their children. i understand how real it is now.maternal insticts, these ones may be a little different. not to seems so special or somthing. maybe just from my mothers.im feeling sort of sleepy, art!hark.