As Whitney Houston would have said.
I have nothing.
Actually I do have something to say although it's not that exciting...
I finished the second book of the Hunger Games trilogy last night.. that means I have to go buy the last one today. The last time I read this much was probably back in the 80's... I usually write off my not reading to the learning disability card, but I can read if I'm interested in the story.
Today is payday. I will pay my bills and then I will be poor again. Damn student loans.
Yesterday I started having pangs about Chicago.... sometimes I think it might be nice to live there with a bigger group of art friends and more art opportunities.... but Seattle is home (even if the art scene is fluffy)...
I sense dissatisfaction creeping over me... please stop.
Ah, it's not that bad...
I should go now that I have brought you all down (at least I didn't start talking about my Dad - that would really depress you...)...
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