12,894 Days Alive
I want to draw more floral portraits. I do t know why but I’ve had flowers on the brain the last few days.
I’m exhausted because I didn’t sleep well again last night. Not because I stayed upstairs little late talking to MJ. My sleep quality was just awful.
Anyway, back to flowers for a minute: I drew a portrait of my friend J in flowers a while back. Two years maybe? Anyway, I dug out the sketchbook durning tbd move and thought I’d share it here:
I just can’t find the spoons to do it. I keep thinking about buying myself flowers. I never do it, though. I couldn’t begin to tell you why. Vickie probably could.
I did have therapy today. We talked about mostly superficial things. She still wants me to go to law school. I don’t know if I can swing law school and a full time job, to be honest. Too many glass balls I’d be juggling and likely to drop.
Anyway, I’ve made myself sad thinking about flowers. I’m gonna go lay down.
Take your meds, folks.
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