2.15.05 While I was watching my movie, I had the urge to draw, so I sketched for a little while, and then I felt like I wanted to make something I could touch, and maybe I’ll run to Wal-Mart later for some paints or something, but I couldn’t figure out why. Then I thought that I just really wanted to create something, anything, something beautiful. I want to create my own art. Though I usually write, words are imperfect and limited, and I don’t draw because I’m such a perfectionist about it but am limited by my talent. I’m not musically inclined in any way to write or play or mix, and so on and so forth. But I thought a little about last night and how much I just like to be with you, and to see and touch and do. And it’s like there is something I can do, something I can create. And I can touch and feel and taste and hear and see and everything, and I can make it as perfect as I want it to be, as perfect as I could ever imagine. And that- every touch, every kiss, every massage, every caress, every look- that’s like my art, my contribution of something beautiful to the world, or just to a person. Even if I can make something just for one person, that’s enough. It’s just- I don’t know. It’s like a sense of accomplishment, but those aren’t the words I’m looking for at all. Completion maybe, or worth. Random, but yeah, I was just thinking.