I'm on Vicaden for my back, it hurt immensely today.

My drugged up eyes keep falling on a spread out pile of paper on the floor, its a list of characters for Suikoden so I don't forget one and am able to keep Gremio alive.

The drugs have made that pile look like God exists only to create beauty. The ninety degree angles falling on top of one another in a half hazard way creating abstract art without realizing, flecks of black type and green highlighter adding a design within these angles.

my eyes only open halfway.

I have a splitting headache and I don't really care.

I also have a big test tomorrow that I haven't studied for.

the lampshade is cocked to one side. it creates imperfection. imperfection creates perfect beauty.

a new piece melted @8:51 p.m.