Okay. So Not in Need of a Shrink

I think it was PMS. Or my generally nutty self. I don't know.

I still have some art to do. It's so wonderful and smudgy and charcoaly. But I'm a little afraid to finish. What if it doesn't turn out as great as it is in my head? It probably won't. But I love it, and I love just the getting messy. It's like fingerpainting. Only maybe a little more sophisticated.

Regardless, I'm pumped for Quiz Bowl tomorrow. I just hope I can sleep tonight. I always like Tuesdays and Thursdays for Quiz Bowl and seminar. But now I get to like Monday for once too. Now that's really awesome.