Good morning, world. I finally seen to have achieved an ok sleep. Unfortunately, it followed an unpredictable procedure that isn’t a nightly guarantee, mainly:
- Chat with Shawshank where we make fun of the flight tracker thread, say goodnight.
- Check the Reddit thread and see a new comment about a new helicopter in the area of Florida they’re searching for Brian Laundrie, think “neat”.
- Helicopter starts tiny l枚枚ps over a park and shit gets crazy, but let’s load up the police scanner
- Stay up for another 90 minutes making friends with the other weird plane people, watching a tiny helicopter on a screen and listening to static
Yeah, so sleep. It happened, and I managed to go to about 6am before I woke up. Additionally, I went back to sleep. However, I think most of that was because Mal didn’t do the pre-dawn litterbox festival, which has me worried about him again. I should not have think about – let alone worry about – the bowel movements of another living creature. I’m sorry.
After yesterday’s rainy morning, things cleared up enough for me to spin poi after lunch. I can’t do much in the afternoons because my phone overheats, but I still managed to enjoy a half an hour or so of flow. I went back inside and did nothing for an hour or so, and let my phone recharge.
I painted for a couple of hours. I’ve sort of adopted a routine of painting in the afternoons before dinner, and prepping for the next days project(s) after dinner. Sometimes the prep is just sketching, maybe I’ll actually tack down some paper if I’m feeling particularly pleased with a sketch. On rarer occasions, I paint during Shawshank‘s calls. I try not to do that much.
It’s not polite.
Today, more of the same.
Maybe you should paint a series of clowns and dolls! Or still life of your surroundings!
You’re positively mad. 馃槼