Things around here have been pretty serious and morose lately... The passing of my dear Winston has been very difficult for me. I have had about 24 hours of sleep over the last 3 weeks. My basement flooded. Michael Vick's dogfighting scandal pisses me off. I have zero faith in any upcoming presidential candidate. I have lost my appetite. God, I'm a mess...
But there is a light at the end of the tunnel... It's called Bi-polar Disorder. When I'm at my lowest, sometimes the manic-ness kicks in & brings me to a whole new state of existence. I become a delusional bitch who locks herself in the studio to create & be what I was born to be...a delusional artist. I also peruse the goods at Trashy. Trashiness never hurts an artist's soul. Sometimes mental illness isn't so bad after all...
