1. I'm going to paint. I don't care how often, or when, or how much. But I need to do something to get out the bad thoughts. When I was having a really hard time with my existence last summer, I finally learned the meaning of art as therapy by experiencing it. Whatever if that sounds stupid, self-safety comes first.
2. Move out by next summer. Talked about this with Niki today. "I want to be moved out by next summer." "Yeah."
3. More sleep.
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