The art Centre's order has finally been filled, a month late, but only three days late officially. Which is excellent. I can stop having dreams about orders not coming and everything being red. Plus, things are good, so when I was walking home I was listening to Apostle of Hustle, who are fabulous, and I was just bouncing along and grinning, and you know, I'm happy.

That is all.

[Edit] So, Monday night I was pooped and I was lying on the couch, kind of half sleeping half watching the television andthen I answered the phone and it was my aunt and she told me all sorts of crazy stuff, but the best part was when she told me how she stole a cabbage from two people in the North Market... I kid you not.

Also, just so I can still have some trauma in my life... I miss Jessica Jackson terribly. I got a card from her a couple of weeks ago, but I really haven't been involved in her life for a year now, and sometimes I think about her, and sometimes I listen to her songs, but mostly I just think I should let everything go.

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