I don't fucking feel like writing.

I havn't felt like writing in awhile.

That bothers me, really it does.

I don't feel like playing the horn.

I don't feel like drawing.

Sleep is, by far, my favorite thing of late. (even more of a favorite than usual)

I don't feel like dating, but wouldn't mind a shag, if it didn't envolve so much work.

I do feel like going full time to art school this summer, but have no idea where I would get the approximately 1200 dollars in tuition money, plus supplies money and lab fees.

I guess I'll stick to one or two classes at a time.

Maybe tuition would be cheaper at the University of Houston.

Somehow I doubt it.

Dashing to google to find out . . .

P.S. Sorry Corazon, I got disconnected. Fucking aol.