I love my anti-virus. That is, unless this thing some asshole sent has some sort of secret worm thingy. People please check your e-mail and make sure there's nothing from me. Note : I have not sent any e-mail. It's a PE_MAGISTR.B virus I received, deleted promptly, and sent a cuss letter to the sender. Apparently Dev knows the character too. Imagine that. So I'm not quite sure what's his story... We'll see if the cretin replies. Scan scan scan...over and over. Paranoia is a heck of a thing.

Ways. Stace. This is scarily true. Holy shit. Everybody try the Colorgenics thingy. All your different roles indeed. Mmm. Fun.
Profound stuff creeps up into your head while you're depressed too. Arthur always says that the best comes from an artist in times of depression. It's usually true... mine would be where? I guess I'm too happy?

I have been drawing. Very little, but drawing all the same. Let me get back to fine arts. The energy to pick up that brush, let my oils speak. I sorta miss it I suppose. I'm too much of a perfectionist though. I hate that. I'd like to be blind to the perfection that I so yearn for. Course then there's this little quote : "Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing." ~Harriet Braiker, 'The Type E Woman,' 1986
Bah.

That Colorgenics thing scared me.