I'm told I don't draw enough.
Plants have captured most of my attention for the last year. I've been inspired by a great many things but I've felt unable to pick up any media to express it.
I seem to have reached that point in which drawing animal people lacks the potency it did for me in 2003. I'd love to draw more folk art. I recall in 2004 when I was allowed to paint a mural for the Sand Point Starbucks, I was asked to gravitate towards the theme of an "earthy, Latino vibe". Feeling their request was insufficiently creative, I made a wall of ameobas attacking the molecule which represented coffee. They thought it was authentically Cuban.

I don't understand other white people.

Nowadays, I draw pictures of imperfect stomatal arrangements and call it art. Sometimes I'll draw lobsters and ghosts for 9 year olds. The other day, I drew a picture of a yeast fungi trying to affix a bow tie after I ran into the dashing  Lykanthrope at a Disorganized Pelt Disco Headquarters. I was going to give it my Pastor Grandfather, but his brother died two weeks ago and I felt it was inappropriate to send him a dashing yeast friend.
I wish I could feel art again enter my body as quickly the white Cuban rum.
The medicine has been good lately. The new puppy came up to me earlier in the evening and began to recite King Charles I's tract against Witchcraft. As he was making his point about how the Midlothian weavers and their long tradition in diabolically marking up the import of wollen goods from Flanders, the dog even began cultivating Charles Stewart's curly hair and tiara.

Plant problems diagnostic class is tomorrow. Would bringing in a Rhododendron with sun scald be too cliche?