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witchscauldronAnother day....Good Friday, in fact. Christians everywhere mourning the death of Jesus. Or as Steve calls it, "Guy Nailed to a Tree Day". Heh. I can't wait for "Empty Cave Day". Steve's a nut, but that's ok. :) I've often been accused of being the same thing.
I do not, in fact, have a hangover. Some very deep instinct guided me to the fridge and some tylenol at 7 AM this morning, where I drank water and took said tylenol. As such, I feel fine. Mind you, I wish I was still drunk. At least then I was somewhere I was happy. I don't indulge myself in drunkenness very often, tho. I doubt I will again any time soon.
And Jeff - I didn't break any member of the Baby Jesus Christmas Gang last night - it was not a disaster. Southern Comfort is my friend, and I don't care if you think it tastes like shampoo. It got me through 2 years of high school. :p
I have crows sitting outside my windows laughing at me. Fucking birds. >_<
So I did in fact make pendants yesterday, and today, even. Some interesting things came out of the clay...I think I was just really playing with it more than working. Honing my skills in sculpture, so I can get Savage's pendant just right, I guess.
So what am I doing with the rest of my day? Probably sitting around like a fucktard letting the melancholy sink deeper into the hole that's growing where my heart should be. Bah. I'm off...gonna make some jewelry.
"Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world..."
-M.
I do not, in fact, have a hangover. Some very deep instinct guided me to the fridge and some tylenol at 7 AM this morning, where I drank water and took said tylenol. As such, I feel fine. Mind you, I wish I was still drunk. At least then I was somewhere I was happy. I don't indulge myself in drunkenness very often, tho. I doubt I will again any time soon.
And Jeff - I didn't break any member of the Baby Jesus Christmas Gang last night - it was not a disaster. Southern Comfort is my friend, and I don't care if you think it tastes like shampoo. It got me through 2 years of high school. :p
I have crows sitting outside my windows laughing at me. Fucking birds. >_<
So I did in fact make pendants yesterday, and today, even. Some interesting things came out of the clay...I think I was just really playing with it more than working. Honing my skills in sculpture, so I can get Savage's pendant just right, I guess.
So what am I doing with the rest of my day? Probably sitting around like a fucktard letting the melancholy sink deeper into the hole that's growing where my heart should be. Bah. I'm off...gonna make some jewelry.
"Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world..."
-M.
