228 days ago I was brought to NYU Medical Center.
208 days ago I got out.
46 days ago I went back in.
16 days ago I got back out.
Tonight I'm depressed. Earlier today I was laughing. Before that I was motivated, carving marble. Earlier still I was depressed.
Yesterday I went to an art gallery opening, Lucia had stuff in there and there was a chance I would have an animation playing too. I don't know if he'll play it eventually or what but it wasn't playing for the opening so it doesn't matter.
I used to be a pro at schmoozing. Now I don't give a fuck, I just want to make stuff. I used to know the value of it, now I could care less.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm going.
I'm so tired.