The first real day of summer and already I'm in this mood.
I feel restlessly creative. Reclusive. Reflective. I yearn and ache for newness. But I'm too busy to wander.
And I may have gotten a little jump. But only of 18. I'm not done yet though.
>->
<-Speaking of the Gallery. I heard through the grapevine that hooch was done with his first book
(
Read more... )