[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Thursday, what’s up? It’s clear(ish) and sunny. My coffee is rather “meh” this morning. Chaucer is singing to everyone, Mal is in the bedroom, and Knickknack is doing bitch things.

“Behave yourselves, children”, I hear Mom say in the kitchen, separating the cats. “Don’t growl at me. No one growls at the mom.”

Knickknack growls in response.

It’s a typical morning.

I managed to go outside for both paint and poi yesterday. I had some fun with the poi, at least. Poi aren’t super discouraging most of the time. I wanted to spend some time outside because I’ve found myself sinking into the chair more than ever, and it’s not good. Poi practice can be good, even if it’s not great. I can very easily switch moves from practice drills of things I can’t do to the more fun shit I’m actually decent with. Unfortunately, watercolors aren’t like that. I can’t practice something I’m bad at and turn it into something good. I can practice something I’m bad at and make it ok. Eventually things that are ok will improve, but in the meantime there’s a lot of bad shit. And the bad shit makes me think nothing will get better.

Story of my life, actually.

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Regardless, I don’t like either practice.

Two more sheets of paper wasted.

We’re supposed to have some rain today, so I’ll be inside for the most part. Last night, I worked on some lines for a few more paintings. I need to trace them onto some paper and get started on at least one of them. I also noticed I’d done the line work for the Compound already. I’ll get that one onto paper as well, and leave it to Mom to figure out a frame and leave it for a Christmas present.

Which means I need to work on it ASAP.