I dug myself out of my hole. (Existentialists do it pointlessly!) I ate a delicious salad that my mom made, with her homemade dressing and whatnot. I made myself start an art trade with an online friend. And uphill from there, with my father suggesting that I should draw the Christmas cards this year.
Now, I need to get back into my acrylics practice. And then, I need to write. And tomorrow I'm going to do my work before I go meet up with my Biology partner at the library. All is well, because I make it well.
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