Doobie doobie doooooo.
Oh. Hello.
Didn't see you there.
I was just whistling a jaunty tune, while sipping some cola from a drinking cylinder, when the voice in my head told me it was time for a new journal. As usual, I complied with its wishes--mainly to avoid violence--and am now typing prudently to satisfy its evil whims.
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So...hrm.
Oh. Here's some advice that I just deduced all by myself; It's better to draw on your drawing table than when you're sitting on your waterbed, with a soft covered sketchbook. Uh hyuck. Oh, and...if you tie your shoes just slightly tighter than usual, it makes you feel full of zazz. Like a ninja or an action hero of some sort, ready to leap into action at the slightest provocation.
It's sweet.
Try it, you'll see.

Also, my muse was reincarnated in the form of an especially cozy pair of longjohns, which have become my most prized possession. Did you ever play Morrowind, and enchant some pants to be magic? Well that's what my longjohns are like. They give me +3 to motivation rolls, as well as increasing my dexterity, charisma, and strength by 1! At this rate I'm gonna level up soon.
Fucking sweet, dude.

Now, I sleep.
If you read this, then sometime within the next thousand years one of your descendants will be born with antlers. You're welcome.

P.S. It occurs to me that 'read' and 'read' should be spelled differently, to avoid momentary 'tense' confusion. I'll write somebody about that and see what I can do.