Well, my family has done it again. Circa Christmas, they have tried (in vain) to make it seem like we are a happy bunch of normal people enjoying terrible food. Well, in reality the only thing true about the statement is the terrible food part; I'm regretting the fact that I even tried the suspicious looking plate of god-knows-what. Anyway, they have decided that treating me like another chair isn't enough and some very kind person had the brilliant thought of looting around my things and tossing what they supposed wasn't important away. Yes. I know that painting was crummy. But I spent time on it. It was one of the rare moments where I felt joy in doing something. And now it's probably crumbled into a ball in a garbage truck, waiting to be vomited into yet another land find. Wonderful. Happy pre-Chinese New Year.