I laid down for a short nap at 8:30 tonight...turned out to be not so short as I didnt wake up until 4:30 in the morning..after a bizarre dream...one of those dreams where l think"who crawled into my brain and made me dream that?"
I was perfectly satisfied to go back to sleep but then I remembered that I hadnt cleaned my new eyebrow piercing so I got up to do that....decided to check my email while I was at it...my webpage..my guestbook...
Sigh...every so often I get this frustration where I look at this huge page filled with my art and my writing and diary ramblings and ten zillion other things and it seems no one ever looks at it and it starts to feel like mental or creative masturbation..some substitute for real artistic projects I should be working on...
And I think I should just tear the whole fucking thing down...