If I Were A Painter. . .

No real significance to the title. Just happens to be what I'm listening to at the moment. Norah Jones has the key to my soul, I swear. Anyway. I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. I mean. I know what I want to do. EVERYBODY knows what I want to do. lol. But going about doing it is what is getting to me. I guess I just have to be focus-minded. .....which is a chore. Oh well. I'm making new stuff. I started tonight. I hate LA right now. Stupid recession with all these limitations and what not. I'm sitting here typing, listening to itunes, and watching a mute tv.....with all the lights on. Screw all these limitations. I'm rambling. That must mean I'm sleepy. I'll go to sleep after Sex and The City comes on. Yeah, I'll do that.