No, I'm not posting art.

I still keep up with everyone's work though, even if I never comment or fave (for whatever that's worth). I do still draw, but it's become largely secondary to my studies.

That sounds so serious. Actually I've been staying out until three, trying to squint myself awake through a haze of gin cocktails and big-band jazz-- and it wouldn't be so great it I was lying.

When I'm finished with my midterms, I'm going to buy a big frozen apple pie from the A& downstairs, and I'm going to bake it. And then I'm going to eat it. All by myself.

That's what my life is like now.

Wait.

Wait, shit. This isn't what this post is about.

NO.

This post is about a book about a dimension-hopping house and the crazy-ass people trying to make sense of it all. It's called Voice in the Horse, and it's one of the most challenging, hallucinatory reads I've ever attempted. It gave me a nosebleed at midnight. I can't study anymore because of it. It haunts my waking hours. That's just how mad this thing is.

You can download it at lulu.com, but supporting Dimes and buying the print would be cool as well:

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[b]EDIT:[/b] lol semantics. Bad word choice led to the impression that I wrote VitH. I'm just pimping it, nothing more. Sorry for the trouble. Should be fixed now, hey.