I wish I had something exciting to say, but I don't. I'm reading Ibuse's Black Rain. It's about the Hiroshima bombing and currently required for my ENGL405 class. Fun stuff. My back is starting to ache from being hunched over and reading.

There's been hardly any art. The most I've done is another picture of an octopus. Maybe if I draw enough of them wishes will start coming true. I've been mainly constructing poetry and pondering if I'll be able to write enough poems to fill a chapbook or possibly a full book. Maybe I'll self publish it and then spam everyone I know, begging them to buy a copy. Maybe I'll be a conceited ass and tell them that I'll sign it for them so I can feel important. Lol. But seriously, poetry writing is fun. I wrote a pretty bitching one about eating oranges late at night.

Anyway, break's over. Back to reading.