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I painted early early this morning because I couldn't sleep. I love to paint. It is truly a beautiful expression of what you feel and want to portray to others. The best part is walking away with color all over your hands and people ask what you were doing. I don't know why that amuses me, but it really does. I also worked on this sheer shirt. It's black with spiderwebs. However, I ran into a slight problem that will be fixed otherwise I will throw a huge fit because I so want this shirt. I am also going to make a tanktop to go under it. In any case, someone died at my old school. I don't know who, but that's what I'm told. I'll have to call A.J. and ask her about it. Last year, A.J.'s friend Rene died. She was close to him and it really tore her apart. She does okay now, but I asked about him once and she got this distant sound to her voice. I didn't ask again because it still hurts. I want to move into a loft, buy a black cat, and paint and write all day. I know this isn't possible though because that would require my being good at either or both, and we all know that's not going to happen. So, I'll get a degree in psychology and a minister's license and eventually buy a loft and a cat and spend my evenings painting and writing. Maybe one day after that I'll find someone that will publish my writings or buy my paintings. We'll see. Only time can tell where life will go. Who knows. Certainly not me, not yet anyway.