I think I might have to write an essay about my love affair with disco and how it seems to be following me around the world, grasping me in its glittery, glittery embrace. Did I tell you I own a pair of size 5 and a half white go-go boots?
In other news, uh. Been doing some drawing again. I mean, I never stopped god knows (look at my school notebooks in evidence), I just wasn't like, into it.
Too bad I'm probably too lazy to hook up my scanner.
I seem to be regaining a large measure of the sanity and normal behavior that unfortunately escaped me at the Rock. I wonder if India will help or just make me regress into Wacky World.