Another red Pizza Hut-esque cup and a rainbow splotchy super ball. Fractals Everywhere, a book.

I'm looking forward to the beach and beach apartment noise. My Atlanta fate tonight is a bit perplexing.

I've been riding the whole why make play work? question but also want to take my life to another level of homeness, tidyness, home cookingness, etc. Do I have too much junk? Where can I live happily? What about my art dream? What about being a thug (haha, got you).