painting

Sweet poi, and some paintings.

I feel like everything is just a big case of SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY. I’m awake, I have a coffee, Mal is crying, and local news is on the TV. Poor Mal, I wish he could talk and tell me what is so upsetting to him every morning. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Someone should be here…

Start the week with a workout and a coffee and maybe just a little cry because I’m PMSy and overemotional and feel like I can’t be an adult.