last night, my parents picked me up from anthony's house at 12:45 am. i felt pretty bad, but i didn't ask for them to wait. they stayed up, because they like to do that. when i got home, i drank a large glass of old fashioned homestyle chocolate milk, rich and bad for your digestive system, and drew for half an hour. of course, the pictures i drew were of rockstars.

and then i went to sleep, where i had a beautiful dream of which i can't even begin to remember, let alone describe. rich and bad for your digestive system.

i've stopped taking pictures. i carry the camera around all the time, but nothing is worth shooting. i need to find something that is RICH AND BAD FOR YOUR DIGESTIVE SYSTEM, which could be considered as both art and a piece of understanding.