I don't write here much anymore. I don't know if anyone reads it, so it seems rather... pointless. However, writing in and of itself is never pointless, and thus I continue.
It's 11am on a Sunday morning. I stayed home from church because I am still recovering from surgery. I'm also shaky right now as I type this across the screen of my cell phone; I should eat something soon.
I am currently part of Mindy's Art Club, and have to paint the lizard rock for the lady who has been waiting for too long... I hate being a procrastinator. Everything seems great until I actually commit to it... Ouch, it hurts when I cough.