Sick
I got up at 11, worked on my painting for a while, had a hankering for cheese so I went and bought some (Coussac, it's a type of Brebis), now I'm just kinda reading about David Ricardo the English economist, on facebook searching for signs that Brennan is still alive bc he hasn't talked to me in months, sneezing, wondering if it would be such a loss to just get back in bed.
The trees outside my window have leaves of the most brilliant shades of Fall...and even though there are leaves all over the ground surrounding them, I saw a man reach up to pull one off a branch yesterday. Then he walked away. He's in my painting now.
The trees outside my window have leaves of the most brilliant shades of Fall...and even though there are leaves all over the ground surrounding them, I saw a man reach up to pull one off a branch yesterday. Then he walked away. He's in my painting now.