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Dec. 7th, 2001 10:36 amI am a log... after my 6PM-8PM nap last night, I went to bed, oh, sometime around 11 PM, and didn't get up until almost 10AM. I had some very strange dreams about friends: Alternate Nathalie, and Beata having a kid! and misbehaving in a drugstore (um, pretending to be French, getting chewed out by some bitchy salesgirl, bonking an equally bitchy old woman in the forehead with a miniature bottle of nailpolish, and then escaping male friends who saw it as their duty to punish me for misbehaving by dunking me in a lake). & then there being some kind of "society" thing at the mall - like, going to these dinners where people gave me their calling cards. I had also gotten a huge tattoo all down my hip and thigh, which at some point during these dreams turned into mehndi, took up the entire length of my leg, and then began to fade.
I don't have any tattoos.
I have to draw a comic book today. Or at least start. 5pp, a single character. I have no ideas whatsoever. This is Bad. But my drawings are usually easier to do when I just sit down and do them: I ascribe undue angst to them.
I don't have any tattoos.
I have to draw a comic book today. Or at least start. 5pp, a single character. I have no ideas whatsoever. This is Bad. But my drawings are usually easier to do when I just sit down and do them: I ascribe undue angst to them.