(Nice Dream)

This seems to be what always happens, with my brain. My big squishy brain can't hold onto things very well, for some reason. I wish so badly I could remember my dreams, but I rarely do. Damn.

Treefingers

Well, I did it. I busted out my sharpies and made an awful picture! It was so nice to draw again, even though the end result is something you'd be embarrassed of if your 6 year old brought home from art class. All I know is that's been too long since I've had paint/marker/glue/anything fun all over my hands. That's the joy of Sharpies; every time you use a few colours, no matter how careful you are, when you put the cap on the one you were just using, you always get a dot on one of your fingers. This leads to a wonderful little rainbow on your fingers. It's a reminder of what I used to be able to do. I think I can get back into this again. I've been trying/failing for a little while, but today I actually just sat down and enjoyed making something shitty. That's all I've wanted for ages.

Knives Out.

That's right universe, it's on. There are always setbacks, but not this time. This time, I get to be the one in rainbows. Try and stop me.