shit on toast

[ivyology]

I've skidded right over that proverbial edge, methinks.

I tore apart my closet looking for my copy of Bulfinch's Mythology. I didn't find it, and now the contents of my closet are heaped all over my usually pristine floor. And I'm too tired to shove it all back in.

I did, however, find my Chinese Brush Painting kit. And I feel better, somehow.

I think I'm going to play with ink.