  So I just went through some of my old art work. I usually do this one every year to remains of times gone by. And I must say I was impressed. No head swelling here. I was impressed that I actually did all this work, I made these images. And I think to myself "where the fuck has this person gone. . . Who was he?". I don't know.
Lately I've been wrapped up with work and trying to get my mind to land. Its seems like I never get this low blood sugar thing. Oh to make matters worse I lost a couple of pounds, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I would love to seriously just leave, that's it just stop everything and leave. Hmm.
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Im the type to think way too much. Looking at the art that I produced got me inspired. I keep telling myself that I should rent out the studio. Well I should, I just don't know what's stopping me from doing it. That and applying to school. 
