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Why can't I ever just have a dream where I can fly? Why does my brain have to build an explanation around it? Like, me (and my mom, wut?) being shot into orbit with two/three other astronauts, and now we're in 0-G, but I can't really enjoy it because I'm too worried about the hundred million kinds of violent, instantaneous death that could befall me at any moment. And we won't even go into my other dreams last night. AWESOME WORK, BRAIN. The next two days are going to involve seeing old friends and going cool places, and this is the thanks I get? Pfft.

Anyway, also, SOMETIMES I. GET. BORED. And I make things that become huge pictures.

Drawn over the course of several weeks when I ran out of things to do at work. FYI, that's a small pad of paper, not a full 8.5"x11" deal. I think on the next page they'll all be rounded, like the two in the center column.

*sigh* Or I could start on any of the THREE fic ideas I want to write. Just maybe.

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I had a weird dream this morning. No idea what it was, but I completely remember waking up and thinking it was strange.

Your doodle is pretty! I could not doodle that.

Oy, those are annoying. But, as if to get back at me for what I said, last night I dreamed I'd become president. Of the United States. It was my, uh, "yay you won!" party and all I could think about was how nervous I was to give some "yay I won!" speech and that I needed to f-lock my livejournal (psh, as if I wouldn't have done that before I went on the campaign trail).

Thanks! I was just fiddling with symmetry and stuff. The new page of circle stuff is going well.