Grandmas are awesome. Especially mine. A week in her house. Absolutely peaceful atmosphere, cute dumb puppy and food is marvelous. I've got a lot of personal space and I am winning over my recent frustration and strong antisociety feelings.
I may even finish some forgotten paintings here.
It's almost midnight, I feel happy (never used happy emoticon in journal before) and tommorow I'll thank her for everything.
World makes sense sometimes.