What Else Is There To Say?

Living alone is very lonely.

I couldn't stop crying last night because the overwhelming loneliness was unbearable. Wolfe and his girlfriend stopped by for an hour to talk, and it was good to have the company, but as soon as they left, I felt lonely again.

Meh.

On a more positive side, I did manage to break through my artist's block and started on a pretty cool painting, a punk style. I think I'll pierce the canvas and add body jewelry once I've finished the paint part. Once again, it involves a naked woman. Why do I always revert to painting naked chicks? Must be the boobs.

I need more paint.
And more comics to read. Jeff and Z have both recommended Walking Dead.
And a fedora. Because everything is better with a fedora