So I thought about writing a journal with wish list for Christmas presents.
Then I realised, that I have no wishes at all. I mean, I don't need any material things, there's nothing I especially desire to have.
{" I don't mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status" ;>}
I guess that's fine.
I only wish my house was now empty {impossible} and my mind was clear {I'm not strong enough to, well, tidy it up}.
I'm drawing a lot, I'm painting a lot, I'm reading {finally}, I'm making t-shirts {yay!}.
I'm just not making sense. And I have problems with my sleep, again.
I don't want 2009 to end. It was a good, holy year