Mood: Jazzy!Blues
Eating: Ink on my fingers
Listening to: Ella Fitzgerald & Count Basie, Tea for Two
Reading: L'Homme Qui Rit
Contemplating: Hokusai's 'In the Bowl of the Great Wave'
How revoltingly cute are puppies?
We've just gotten a new one, to replace Cody. Her name is Jody, in commemoration. She's a toonsy little mongrel, so squishy and eatable I could just squeeze her! But I won't.
Erm...it's meant to be Thanksgiving today, but we've celebrated yesterday. I'm actually do to get into a car in about half an hour and drive off into the sunset. Crazy party, this is. Life, I mean.
I want my Descartes back. I can't find it. This upsets me a great deal. And my Bridgeman's. And I'm discovering the beauties of really fibrous raw paper. Even if it gets stuck in my nibs, if you can learn to work with the texture (as with any paper) it creates the smexiest ruddy effects.
Ye gods, my fingers are numb.
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