Not to be confused with Anna or Annie (which is not to say that the other two are not my dearest home dawgs). "The happy pill for my poopy butt day," if you will.

I drew outside again today. It gets mighty cold. But cold and vacant enough that I can rest my mind. I'm so exited because I have 99 out of the 100 sketches done in my book. I just need one more for tomorrow. A self portrait, maybe? *Shrugs* If I get the time. Otherwise, something random and meaningless. That's the beauty of using chalk. Somehow, it always ends up looking decent. Plus, you only need like... 10 minutes.

Do you have a lighter? Someone always seems to ask. But someone actually stopped and talked to me this time. "Are you majoring in art?" he asked. No. "I think you should."

Christmas break is coming too soon. Here's the part where I talk about the evils of consumerism. But I can't tell you anything about it that you don't already know. I can only try and impress you with how I elaborately discuss it's evilness. Maybe throw in some imagery, so I feel like I've moved someone.

I think I just need some sleep. Haven't gotten much in awhile. Bloodshot eyes, crows feet, lack of concentration, restlessness, irritability, soreness and poor performance. You know. I could sure go for some Nyquil...