Purge.

I think I already wore these clothes this week. To work.

I dreamt about the bathroom again last night but this time it was my mom's bathroom.
I dreamt about the bathroom at her house before.

I hung out with Ana and Jon last night.
I feel extra motivated.
So motivated that when I got home at 12:30, I couldn't sleep so I painted until 2.
Something great is going to happen.
I wish I was painting right now.

Ana and Jon and I found a bunch of umbrellas in a trash can.
One of them had a handle shaped like a swan's head, but it was broken.

I forgot my camera.
I saw a lot of stuff I wanted to take pictures of.

My life is coming together.

End journal entries.