February 08, 2002 :: 2:51 p.m.
there's a murderer around every corner
Wow. It's an incredibly nice day out. I think I may go for a walk after I finish this, because walking is good for people of the overly plump variety (such as myself).
I took my paints and things out onto the porch and had a go... only to discover that, as I suspected, I suck. Note to self: Work on that. I want to go sit on the porch with my sketchbook and draw and be lazy. Perhaps after my walk. Actually, I'd really like to go back on the trail, but I don't like going by myself. I'm incredibly paranoid, and I always think that there's someone following me. You know, to kill me. Or just to bludgeon me for fun and leave me lying there, helpless, bleeding from my ears. Once I was back there and I kept hearing dogs barking, and so my irrational mind decided that they were doing so because someone was butchering their owners and of course that someone would come after me next. Oh, I ran. I ran. And I don't run often. I generally find it to be very unpleasant, and so I avoid it at all costs.
I'm such a wuss. Blah.
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