February 1st, 2008



I had a very vivid Harry Potter dream (because I forgot my medication) that involved these dead Gollum sort of creatures that, at one point, were attacking. So I blinded one. So what he did, narrating this action the entire time, was pull away his skin and dig into his skull, I guess to find his eyes or something. He ripped out chunks of brain until he died. Died as in, stopped moving died.

I turned in this thing to a poetry contest but there was no one there and today was the last day so I slid it in under the door with a note on the envelope saying "It's still February 1st here!"

My poetry sucks. :(

My art sucks. :(

I want one of these.

I don't have a proper depression icon.

I'm posting too much.