The nursery is half-painted now~. It's strange that a midnight craving turned into a sudden urge to paint... I mean, I've had the gallons and color schemes forever; it's just been difficult to drag myself from the TV and the fridge to actually do something productive.

That said, channel 53 began to run that old soap opera Balthier and I were in years ago now that he's an international star and people just can't seem to get enough I'm feeding his ego, I need to stop that. We both looked so... adorably naive; it's rather surprising to think how much he's changed since then. Me too, of course-- but it's more amusing to dwell on him and how proud I am. ♥

Yellow isn't girly for a boy, is it? Baby blue bores me... hrm. I suppose I could find some wallpaper, but most of them are tacky. I absolutely refuse to expose my son to poor decor.

I suppose complex thought shouldn't be done at late hours. ...I'm going to bed. And coveting Vincent. ♥