so, i handed the phone to myself . . .

Today was alright.

I haven't been feeling well. Slept till 2:00. Filed papers. Found a card Eddie S. drew for me on my birthday last year and decided to make him something (I know the picture quality's horrible; always is):

We're swapping paintings this week. I'm excited.

Foundation--aka anyone and (nearly) everyone I give a shit about--leaves for tour in two hours. Guh. I'm happy for 'em, as always. But I'm bummed, too. This is a long one.

I finally got my sewing maching working again and made a pillow this week, too. I like it a lot.

EDIT:

Ta daa!

Ndfiubiowu. Not tired.