Maybe I shouldn't be blogging right now. It's late. I'm tipsy. And I'm a little perturbed. All an artist wants is to be noticed, right? What aggravates an artist the most? Invisibility? I'm willing to bet on that.
Invisibility. That's what I'm feeling tonight. And I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I just want to be seen. Noticed. Acknowledged. You feel me? Good.
I'm going to bed now. And you should too. Here's some awesome Peaches to tuck you in tight.