In a coma

This is the latest installment of my plum tree. My side/back-ish area was the total worst. I could hardly take it. I still took it though (thatswhatshesaid). Now I'm exhausted. I feel like I got all of the life knocked out of me. I'm really excited about this piece. It's going to look so cool when it's done. It already looks so cool. You can see the progression on my facebook. GOODNIGHT!

Listening to Lungfish!

Zach and I are playing music together here and there. It's tentatively called "Hushabye Mountain". The band name sounds like it could be something epic, which is more what I want. I seem to like long, drawn-out, echo-y, slow stuff. Sort of like a Jesu-ish kinda sound but with minor chords.

I haven't washed my hair in almost a week and it seems to be getting healthier and not greasy. It's a little greasy. I've been sifting baby powder into it. Luckily my hair is kind of light right now. Anyway, I guess being the poorest I've ever been has some advantages.

Speaking of which, I really AM the POOREST I've EVER been. Ever. I just spent my last dollar on rent and I'm still short. For some reason, though, I'm not toooo worried about it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've been freaking out a little here and there, crying hysterically, getting really down on myself, not sleeping well, having awful dreams, etc...but I don't know, at this very moment I'm feeling like everything is going to work itself out. I mean, it has to, right? I'm a good person, right? I deserve a chance? Right?

However, since I am broke and my food stamps don't re-up until the 10th (1 week from today) I have to be even more creative in the kitchen and I have to eat less. I've ended up eating weird concoctions, which I don't want to repeat (maybe because I've blocked them from my mind), and also eating 1 or 2 really small meals a day. I hope I lose some of this baby fat, NAW MEAN?!?!

Lovums,

Verni