a samurai warrior who slashes with watercolors.

We had an earthquake today! It was my first one...it was funky, and then sort of annoying, because the phones didn't work. It was a 5.8, whatever that means, and the pictures on my wall shook, and the windchimes made pretty noises, but nothing really went crazy. They sure made a big stink about it on the news, though.

Hunter Burgan saved my life.

I've recently been feeling absolutely awful. And Hunter told me that I reminded him of those samurai and ninja warriors he'd read about in Japanese books, who did not fear death. He said that only the real, "kick ass" strong ones weren't afraid of death. I'm not afraid of it. I don't desire it by any means...but I talked to him about some recent things going on, and he told me that I should be a warrior.

It drew me out of a depression. I couldn't draw yesterday, and after I read his message, I produced this:

A work in progress; watercolor and pen.

It sometimes scares me that I'm as dependent on other people that a comment like that can make me feel so good...but the truth is, at least I can FIND solace, and at least what other people say CAN help me. He didn't say "I'm sorry", or "dang, that sucks!" or something dumb like that when I told him about recent happenings...he said what he did. He's amazing.

Some Batsy soundtrack music for you beautiful people :]