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Don't you just hate it when you eat a toasted cheese sandwich and no matter how many times you wash your hands afterwards, they still smell like cheese? Quite repulsive, I know. Perhaps some Isocol will do the trick. Or maybe I'm concerning myself with cheesey hands to avoid all the dense reading I should be doing. Well, to be quite frank, it's definitely the latter. And on that note, adios muchachos! S.

No matter how interested I am in something, I have the attention span of a four year old with ADD. I'm feeling creative but I have a mental block. I need ideas. I'm trying to write, but I'm stuck. I'm stuck! AAARGH! I also just realised that my webspace has expired and all the crap I had on there is now gone. Lost to the ether. What a goddamn waste of time. -___- Well I'm still in Bahrain at the moment. Still a while to go before I can go home. I can't wait. I mostly spend my time here watching tv and sitting at the computer doing nothing particularly productive or beneficial to me, or anyone else for that matter. Anyway, maybe I'll try to

There's no time for art. I'm working all day, every day. I am currently in the middle of a drawing of a non existent but very handsome young man though, and so I've been taking mental notes of attractive features I should include in his face every time I see it on any person I come across. It's just so difficult to bring to life exactly what's in my mind. But I won't give up until I'm satisfied with the end result. It's the first thing I'll get back to when the work marathon is over and I've had enough time to recuperate from the exhaustion of it all. All in good time my good people of the internet! Until then, I bid thee farewell!