This is my first journal entry since the moon became round, but I've been rather swamped by life, which, as everyone knows, is a vital part of what we do every day. I miss the random searching of deviations and having time to read everyone's journal entries -especially the rants- and maybe some glorious day I'll be able to pick that up again, but that day might involve flying cars, laser blasters and hover toothbrushes (oh the myriad of uses for a hover toothbrush). For now I am nearing the end of preparations for an art walk on Friday, having already spent a fortune on second-hand frames and waiting to spend another fortune on matting materials and business cards. In the meantime I visit , go to the mall, watch sad movies about people who fly away on balloons, play with guinea pigs, eat far too many chips and try to pretend that I can draw people. I worry about my sister Lenore and buy her copious amounts of fabric and the occasional burger, go to church on Sundays but usually miss youth group on Wednesday nights, paint until my wrist turns into a limp noodle, and sleep a lot.
Currently it is a balmy 100 degrees or so outside with frequent humidity and not a cloud in the sky. The lawn needs to be mowed this evening -I look toward the task and foresee a lot of bug bites. Also, the house bares a greater resemblance to an e-bayer's ill-kempt storage space every day and I haven't the power as a mere mortal to make a lick of difference upon the face of this disaster.
Ah, America.
Oh, and I think the dog has let the cats out again.
As for the rest of the day, I believe I have a couple of things to upload just for the sake of updating this musty old gallery, and that will make me feel a little better. I miss all my cute, fluffy little watchers.
I must go round up cats. Fare thee well.
-wtf