As far as I got tonight. Still experiencing psychological effects from the sleep deprivation. Yet part of me wanted to drink a Monster and art. But I didn't. Trying to stay grounded in reality, for now at least. No gaurantee once I start animating. Sometimes the best thing about doing art for me is it exacerbates the beautiful aspects of my mental illness. The comforting pleasure, the familiarity, even stability in a feeling. Music playing in my head I can't name, mental scars blooming into beautiful red roses