It was sooooo freaking cold today. Windchill of -25. But yet today was. . . happy :). Our New York trip is nearing. Our robot goes. . . and hopefully turns.


I'm always over ambitious. I want to do everything. And I don't see why I can't do everything. Though I have precious few hours in my day, lately I want to paint, and I'm not even really sure what. Most of what I've been drawing is pop-art: more instant gratification, as it takes just a few minutes, and seems to be more generally appreciated among the general populace. I haven't seen anything inspiring of a painting. . . Maybe I'm looking in all the wrong places.