And stood awhile in thought.
[07 Apr 2022|9:30am]
The snails aren’t winning this battle, and neither are the paints.
The snails aren’t winning this battle, and neither are the paints.
Painting, progress, and gray skies.
We might get pizza for dinner and I can’t fucking wait, but there’s going to be painting and that’s good too. Also, no matter how I try to avoid it, I’ll probably superglue a tuft of grass to myself at some point.