|Well, that has to be a good sign.
||[Dec. 15th, 2006|02:03 pm]
I painted L's self-portait.
Last night, God came to me in a dream. He smiled benevolently, put a giant comforting hand on my shoulder, and told me that everything would be all right.
It was very reassuring, and I woke up feeling awesome.
However, when I tried to remember the exact details of the dream - nay, the vision! - I realized that it wasn't actually God I had been talking to... it was Walker, Texas Ranger.
... Religion is confusing.