I think I know what I want for my birthday this year,
a brand new clean and clear sketch book. A sketchbook I can fill up to with no crappy drawings or mistakes. Just a few cartoonages, and a few portraits, a few paintings, and some colored pencils. mm-mm.

And perhaps, illustrations from dream perspectives, or my fictional stories if I made really good scenes/characters for those. Kinda to show it all out.

But that's not the case for this journal. In fact, I don't even know what that was about, haha. Just mindless birthday wishes. anyway!
I'm going to the doctor in five minutes to figure out these ghastly itchy bumps all over my arms, legs, and neck that I oh-so loath! They're not mosquito bites that's for sure, but my lord! They are extremely irritating, and they won't stop spreading throughout my skin!
Estimates are that it's an allergic reaction to a medicine. We'll find out.