…nineteen days…

I am whacked on narcotics. I have on a very sexy white medical corset. My finger tips are covered in glue and bits of gold.

Thus, it may be best to share my update with as few words and thoughts as possible. Please see below.

In the beginning...

The latest contribution has come from a very dear spiritual soul and set the tone for what ended up being a very majestic corner of the canvass.

24. Thess: The light that emanates from certain clouds (…that feels like a connection to God)

I want so badly to do more tonight. The clock is ticking, and more importantly, the contributions, the vision, the plans of execution are overflowing. Alas, the drugs are wearing thin and I need to be on the mend.

Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.

Olivia