I'm watching Tiny Furniture. It's like the story of my life, only my mom's more of a gardener that an artist, and I wear pants more often.
And lots of other differences.
Haven't been working on anything lately, although if I can find a way to be productive while driving, I'll be set.
Today will be fine, and I just have to get through commuting to Hamilton for the next two days to know that I can do it.
That's that. Getting the cross stitch out. Slump over.
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