doesn't know who's more excited about the puppies-- me or Baldwin?
covered in paint and completely exhausted.
throwing paint at a giant canvas.
always tired and can never sleep.
apparently has a penchant for terrible films.... you know, the sort that are so horrible they end up being amazing?
dying... no actually not dying, that would be a relief. Periods need to go die in fire.
feeling fragile and craving chocolate... this can only mean one thing. sigh
reading about the killer fog of 1952...