--From HiFructose Magazine, Brian McCarty...awesome.
Above is how I feel.
I'm not angry or upset anymore.
I'm not depressed, but I'm not happy.
I'm floating.
Lost admist all those unidentifiable shapes.
I identify with the sachrine colors, the happy sky, the free fall of it.
But I also see the dry cracked earth, the creepy little plastic figures, painted so happy, flying free in the breeze.
With it, but outside it all.
Clearly the meds have made me sentimental.
I love art.
This flu has kicked my behind.
I slept all day,
but at least now I feel like doing work.
I am finally getting things accomplished.
I only have 3 more readings for my impressionism course.
Test on Tuesday.
A 10 page paper for African Art...
that is super late, but hopefully she will accept it
b/c I love her...and I hope she loves me!
A biopsychology exam Thursday,
and job fair Tuesday.
Time to update the old CV...
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