The shit's good. There's no drink more comforting than a nice big glass of chocolate milk. Even though it's not so comforting when you realize how many calories you're intaking, it sticks it to all of the things that make a day bad. So what if I lost my husband and two kids in a car crash, this milk is fucking delicious! Alright, that was bad, but I'm making a point, and an irrelevant one at that.
So I need to be touching up my paintings for the final review tomorrow, and of course, here I am on the computer typing out my recognition of my procrastination and further denial of the task that should be at hand. Bad habits are hard to break. It might be understandable if anyone read this thing, but I don't even have that on my side. I always end up doing this, and always regret it. There are some things that you live and live and live but never learn.
Alright, I'm going to go watch I'm Not There and attempt to finish these morning dream killer paintings.
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