freaky freaker-son, it's late.

Ok. I have now stayed up late for my 3rd night/ or is that 4th night in a row and gotten up by 7 a.m. WHAT was i thinking?

oh, yeah. red.

it is finished, or getting there.  touch ups tomorrow.

ok. how about another pic of purple dry.

I'm staying up late to do laundry.
laundry is my favoooooorite...oh, i'm delirious.  and can't spell.
i just found in the laundry
a lobster
a puppy
and some sort of lizard named Pascal.

i forgot to empty pockets.

ok. i'm off to eat some left over Popeye's chicken and go to bed.
only to close my eyes and then quickly open them again.

then i have to fix the church's change machine that i busted
as soon as i borrowed it
from the nicest lady i have ever met.
so, i've got to fix this.
seriously.