contemplativeI'm starting to wonder if I was some kind of nut case in a past life and to keep myself from carving human flesh I have to carve up gel candles... Or, in the case of the old wooden couch we used to have in the family room, a diagram of a nonexistent solar system on the wooden arm.
On the plus side, I normally don't carve up things that don't belong to me. In a sense at least...
