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April 4, 2010
After practicing how to a sketch a bay window for the past few days, I felt secure enough to go ahead and do so in my official drawing pad. I drew the window in my current room, using one of the stray crossbeams from my chair as a ruler. I wondered when my perfectionism would lose some of its appetite. Perhaps it will happen one day when I'm crouched over my desk, giving myself hell for not being able to draw a perfect line or write the perfect story. My chair will collapse, and I'll just start laughing at everything.