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Just felt like messiing with watercolors Tuesday night. Had to brave the ridicule of fellow sketchers smirking at my little Kmart box of paints and the scarcely-useable kiddie brush that came with it. But a little judicious spitting helped to keep them at bay.

You Sparky-pharmaceutical followers will be relieved to know that my dealer is back online and the Effexor will soon reach that hoppin' level in my bloodstream and then no more sturm und drang. All will be roses I can stop and smell, birds of happiness flying up my nose, everything will be satisfactual. That's the plan, at least.