I think I'm going to give painting a shot. I used to draw a lot when I was younger, and I kind of feel the need to be visual again, in a more overt way (as opposed to being visual via creation of imagery using words). I don't know what's going to come out of me, but I'm excited to find out. I'm feeling shades of grey with streaks of crimson. Fuck off, amateur psychology.

Also, I want to buy a plant or two or three for my room. I don't really give a shit about animals, but just having a little bit of something natural around for me to try to not kill would probably produce some sort of sense of achievement every day, no matter what other crappy things happened to me since I woke up.

Don't let this painting and plant shit confuse you though, I'm still well metal, ok?

Good.

/stupid post.