Fucking Tuesday, am I right? Sheesh. WTF, Tuesday.
There’s nothing wrong with Tuesdays, really. I’m just in a snit. I had a subpar sleep last night. Prior to sleep, most of my evening activities sucked. I went outside for some spin time and had a shitty time. First, the shuffle sucked, and I couldn’t get into the flow of things. Then, I started trying to figure something out and wasn’t making any headway on it, which was discouraging. Finally, my phone allowed me to upload 60 seconds of video to Tiktok before it overheated.
As I mentioned a couple of days ago, I started a new art project this week. With the fortunes glued down over the weekend, I taped four cards down onto one of my larger boards last night before my call with Shawshank. I threw paint at them while we chatted about our days.
Four arts down, sixteen to go. I was very nervous about doing these because there’s no plan. I need to have a plan. The paint needs to have a plan. Watercolors never have a plan. These are so difficult for me since I’m acting on “feel” and not working from an outline.
While these four dried, I taped down another five to do tonight. Now I just need to come up with a price for them that’s not vastly undervaluing myself. Sell art, buy phone.
Most of yesterday was overcast and threatening to rain. I’ve gotten really good at predicting when the rain will start. Mom‘s laundry started its drying process outside and finished inside, in the dryer. Since Mom was doing laundry all afternoon, she wasn’t going to load up Netflix, and I spent most of the afternoon playing with the Switch. I loaded up Baldur’s Gate 2 and started playing it again. I felt like I needed a little break from Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen. Whether I’m Indica the Shadowdancer or Indica the Magick Archer, it’s a fun afternoon ignoring my life.
I’m not making plans for anything. I want to do stuff and I’m disappointed in everything.
