2004-07-07 - 6:31 a.m.
Haven't felt much like writing in here, lately.
There's been art to think about, and my cranky uterus, and kitties to pester. I think if I could eat making art, I would.
Back to the doctor today. Frustrated.
I think I love painting. GREAT.
"You should read the Book of Sausage. Then you'd understand."
