Am I the Morrissey of blahland?

Yesterday's post, in retrospect, sounds really gloomy. On the bright side I'm not still at the stage where I form a Dashboard Confessional knockoff band and sell-out big time. I took a tile making class at EON last week (or was it two weeks ago?) which makes me feel artistic without having to have much drawing ability.

"Oh my God, Becky, the walls of the mall are so art-deco"

I have been spending more time at the mall than is healthy for an individual.I don't know what the draw is exactly, whether its the endless choices of summer eyewear technology at the sunglass kiosk or the low-pressure salespeople at Border's, but I feel a sense of comforting familiarity in that home of trendy retailers and obnoxious SUV driving baby-boomers. I'm beginning to feel that I need a hobby. Here in Tucson nothing is going as planned.