_Everything Is Free
Tonight was good, aside from that retarded coffee I had which is now killing me from the inside out. I want to puke my guts out and run around the block a few thousand times and draw, draw, draw. I set up a photoshoot in my room, and it was the most elaborate set of all time. I had a backdrop and the giant giant frame and lights angled correctly and a costume and props and none of the photos turned out like how I had them in my head, but I took one impromptu shot that just ended up looking like camwhoring. But I exercised my photoshopping skills, and that was fun.
Tonight, I forgot how good Elgin can be. Like that wonderful magazine shop that has every magazine ever. I went in and read like seven different ones in the music section, so I was standing there for like a year. I walked the long way home, past all the piano bars on the nice part of Somerset and I had good music that was really loud.
I meant to go to bed early tonight, so I can get up and be all awake for tomorrow but I am too wired and asleep right now. I should wear my glasses to work tomorrow, my eyes are killing me. I want to draw. Pretty badly. But I should go to bed. Okay I will do that.
Okay. Goodnight. I am psyched.
