get on your knees.

I smell like hashbrowns.
Figuratively speaking.
Not real hashbrowns.
My sweater has the most comforting smell ever. I missed them, I'm excited for them.
Mother and I went to a Patsy Cline play; my mom used to croon the lovely Ms. Cline to me at night when I was little, to get me to sleep. We both knew all the words to all the songs sung. It was a lovely experience, I sense a Patsy Cline kick.
Tragic story, I wish I'd known her.

I feel a lot better right now.
Thank you Mykaila, thank you Patsy Cline, thank you Dr. Miles Walrus, thank you Mom, thank you Alexa I miss you honey.
I'm sitting pantsless on my bed right now because I took off my jeans after the play and got on AIM and started drawing and forgot about everything. My feet are covered by a flannel shirt of my sister's I think from the 90's. Har.
Going to bed; where did the time go?
I still have to redraw the dance company thing. Shit.

Goodnight.