An Update

Sprawled on the couch, all alone, listening to Nora Jones, working on a project and once again I'm reminded of my not so clever saying of last year:

Art is a harsh mistress, but love, my friend...love, is a *itch.

There, I've posted it. Take it or snicker at it.

It feels like I playing see-saw with my serotonin. (can you tell I'm taking psychology this semester. there will probably be more of these cracks, here and there)