
It’s not that Christmas means much but being knocked down by a fever and some very aggressive allergy attacks is not my kind of fun. I’m spending a second day in bed with a difference between yesterday of crawling out of my room to put new nailpolish – that’s holy!
Opening Ceremony went to 50% off, and I’ve been licking their website for a good hour now, without any means of making a purchase. Why do I do these kinds of things when I’m already feeling down enough…bugger! I’m allergic to my very self.
Today I feel like drawing, and that doesn’t happen to me very often, but these days the digital media bores me, so I revert to the basics of the analogue – paper and a coloured pen, a water-soluble marker and a neon highlighter.
I don’t have a steady hand today.