[killer of art]

i'm great. if anyone had badly broken a limb and needed a steel plate to hold it together, they could just have used a piece from the back of my neck, but i'm great.

to add my stress, i was too busy to do any writing and i was having withdrawal symptoms. it was like when i was giving up smoking. i thought about it all the time and i was narky as anything.

is this what it means to be a tormented artist?

September 27, 2005 - 4:12 pm