I am painting my nails, listening to music, watching television, and writing this blog entry. I feel like a teenager.
I'm listening to France Gall and watching a True Hollywood Story Investigates on fucked up crimes.
This paper came from a book my sister gave me. The book has lovely paper but it's so hard to draw on, it's really rough and tears easily. I was trying to use it as much as possible, but I recently bought two books of watercolor postcards and I have been painting on them. Hopefully I will get around to scanning those soon.