'i thought i was over having to worry about you driving in the snow,' emilee said, since it was blustery and snowing today. i thought i was the only one who worried about driving in the snow.

i'm tired of writing that i wasn't feeling well, but i wasn't, and had a good sleep after weeks of too-little sleep, but got to school too late to feel good about myself, so i worked all day as non-stop as i could, and now i feel i know more now where my work is going.

i don't feel all light and happiness, i don't feel in love with it, i'm scared how bored i get sometimes when i'm drawing it, but i love it, i love making tiny drawings that eventually fill a large space, and i love the nothing-ness of the drawings. no more hitting-over-the-head with a dead dog, which i love to draw, but there's something more subtle about this that i like for now.