I have decided to color the sketch of my dad and my sister with watercolor after all- and I like how it is coming but it is SO NERVE WRACKING!!! A million cigarettes later we'll see how it turns out.

I wish I weren't so poor. I would love to be able to afford having it framed nicely and airmail. I was at Anna Bannanas yesterday and they have a drive going on where you take a card with gifts needed for the homeless and then put them in the box- and I thought today that they should have something like that for artists. The P:ear Gallery in PDX upsets me to no end. They're an organization that takes in homeless youth during the day- gives them any art supplies they need and the space- and then puts up exhibitions of their work. The guideline is that you have to be able to prove that you are under 23 and without a home- neither of which I can do. I am that grey fuzzy space between shit poor and other. I believe 'low-income' is the term...and I *am* 23.

BAH HUMBUG!