The Obscure

Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside a mobile
With the memphis blues again?

This morning was another victory over the forces of John, by the army sent out by the Empire of Uneventful Mornings.
I'm on my second cup of coffee, I am three quarters of the way through Blonde on Blonde, I woke up at nine AM; and what do I have to show for all these things? I've got a poison headache (but I feel alright), I am one terrible sketch richer for the two boring hours I have spent in front of this sketchbook, and my body is once again filled with all sorts of foreign chemicals that have thus far done very little to aid me in my quest for physical comfort.
Actually, that's not entirely true, my head hurt a lot worse earlier, but the cortizone nasal spray my dad gave me made my sinus inflammation go down like crazy, so I feel vastly better now.
Still, it's annoying that I am not drawing well. I hate it when I have bad drawing days, and this is like the third one in a row.
It's raining really hard all of a sudden, that kind of depresses me. I mean, I love the rain, but I was thinking about going up on the roof later. I love to climb up onto our roof, it's so comfortable; and when it's warm and and breezy the view is so pretty. I can sit up there for hours just hanging out, sketching and stuff. Who's going to bother me when I'm up there? Nobody, that's who.

Anyway, my energy for writing is drained for now, I may add to this post later on. See you later, fellas and fellettes!
Oh yeah, and:
Welcome Home, Becca!

*Edit*
Also, Tim, Taylor, Erin, and I saw Katie Hakala at the Starbucks in Taunton the other day and it was as freaky as hell.
There, ya happy?!