This morning I consumed a "sausage and pancake on a stick" breakfast item, something I had previously partaken of only when in a drunken state. Such a thing should only be eaten when under the influence, because good lord a sausage and pancake on a stick, while shamefully tasty, is probably so full of chemicals that one of them will preserve your body for a full 5 years post-kickin'-the-bucket. Or at at least, it made me feel super guilty and I decided not to finish it and I ate some vegetables and bread instead.
I keep having long, involved, occasionally unpleasant dreams that I can barely remember upon waking. Lately a theme seems to be dreaming that I'm taking amazing photographs with my disposable camera, only to remember that it's out of exposures and I've lost all of those great images. I think my subconscious is telling me to develop the dang thing.
After several weeks of drawing a) in my bed, b) at the dining room table, c) on a board angled against a table, I have decided that maybe it would be really beneficial to find some studio-like space. Now if only I had any $.
Keep on keepin' on.
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