when im stressed, i cant do anything.
and i think about eating, all the time.

its a periodical thing.
im quite sad. i want to watch ratatouille.
i want to buy my matching bra and panty.
want to, do whatever.

anything else but stay at home and squeeze my art juices into pulp.

my brother's watching some horror japanese war thing.
the sound effects are scaring me, to death.
men talking in low voices and occasional screaming yelling beating stabbing bombing shooting

i guess it mirrors the storm in my head.
almost.