Last night was horrible. Every inch of sleep was nightmare.
I’ve mentioned my recurring dreams of the woman before. There is nothing blatantly sinister about her, but she frightens me so much that Kat always wakes me up because I’m hyperventilating. Sometimes she’s an old woman with, as I described before, skin that is precisely the color of mouse feet. Sometimes, like last night, she seems…
I am trying to get back into digital painting, so I painted my hedgehog for practice.
At Skinny Puppy. The gothling trying his hardest to channel Dave Vanian makes me wish gothiccharmschool were here.