Went to my counselor yesterday. She's great. Told me I was "in limbo" until the test results came in from the psychologist, which are very long and in depth , says she. Until then, I'm waiting.
I am also homebound. Haha, so late in the year. Shitloads of work, shitloads of appointments, shitloads of shit.
I've got to draw a still life for my final exam in art. I'm thinking the toilet will be my subject. Doesn't go anywhere, so I can draw it.
I was supposed to go to the dentist today to get five fillings, but no one came to get me... it's a good day today. I really hope no one mystically shows up to deliver me there. Christ.
You know those thoughts you get when you're trying to sleep and you've got a fever? All racing and stumbling and mutating before you can catch up to them, and they disturb you kind of, but they'd sure as hell be good artwork or inspiration for anything like that. Those kind. I have those sometimes. Can't ever remember them, that's what sucks about them.
Whatever.
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