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hello kitty
Quiet day, quiet night. Rain, pretty much never-ceasing, saturating things so deeply you feel the moisture even in tightly-enclosed spaces. Your body on days like this is 99% water, and a hug would squeeze the excess right out of you. You are a walking, self-contained monsoon.
An interesting day of new design ideas for a new project, the promise of an eventual new hat, one that won't smash my glasses up against my nose. And Oscar, sitting on the other side of the door, paw stretched beneath it, pads-up, claws extending and retracting in a hello from beyond.
Looking forward to a late night of movies and sketches, stretched out on the bed, pen in hand, careless lines angling everywhere in representation of margins, borders, photographs, dotted keylines, headilnes, live text. It all begins with that messy sketch, and only I know what the hell all the mess really means. Throw in a pint of peanut-butter-and-chocolate Haagen Dazs and a spoon and a dimly-lit room, and this is the sort of night that almost just doesn't get any better.
Well, you'd change a few things if you could. But mostly you can't complain.
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