belching the national anthem isn't patriotic. and it isn't very polite either.

i used to live in this house. i went to look at the outside, because i don't really remember living there. it didn't really seem very familiar. there was something about it though. like reading a quote from a book and then years later reading the actual book and thinking 'i swear i've read this before but fudge knows when'.

anyway, i've updated the blog with the new painting i've been doing. feels a bit like being in the middle of phases. but it's fine.