So, another year and all that hurrah, but let me tell you that I am so not ready for this. The world is moving way too fast and I'm getting dragged along like some joke of a hippogriff ride.
I get the distinct feeling that I should be doing something other than rereading Harry Potter, but really, I cannot be buggered. I just want to sit here and waste away listening to music and drawing lazily (and terribly) and thinking about the pinafore and wanting to feed the stray dog downstairs (his name is Dumbledog, but I haven't seen him in a while now).
I feel like I'm doing the most I can with a brush and a palette filled with so many different hues - swishing colours all over my canvas hoping that it will end up a stunning replica of the evening sky.
I suppose I'll be back to normal soon enough (that is, panicking about all the work I've put off and/or wanting to conquer the world).
Till then, I will find solace in the fact that my handwriting looked immensely pretty when writing this!
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