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Left work early because i felt bad. or at least thats why i think i left...
i really love the way it feels to be out of the office when im not supposed to be out. it feels like ive escaped. like i get to see what the city does while im not watching it. i always like driving home from work then too. well i like it in general. the faces you see downtown are so fucking interesting. if i wasnt scared i would be found stabbed and robbed id ask to hear every single one of those faces story. what caused the wrinkles on those foreheads. what earned them those grey hairs. id love it. at the very least id love to draw those faces.
i came home and laid down and felt like my stomach was eating itself. i was/am probably just hungry but i dont feel like dealing with eating. i felt like walking around outside so i went out and sketched a little.
i got a hallway and a sleeping cat.
pretty good finds for only walking inside my complex. i haven't done that since....a long time. i really miss roaming the streets and drawing things. i went to the top of the stairs in some of the surrounding buildings to get a good view of. anything. you know. try and see if something would catch my eye. despite it being very pretty outside nothing did. except the wind. but i wasnt in the mood for a long session.
plus i realized what an unsteady hand i have. i cant figure out if thats ironic or cruel. thought about that for a while. which then turned to god thoughts. then to love thoughts. then to life thoughts. then death. and then back to god. in other words i hung out with a bunch of questions that no one can answer up there.
i love days like these. now im going to go lay down. wait till the Simpsons starts.
i really love the way it feels to be out of the office when im not supposed to be out. it feels like ive escaped. like i get to see what the city does while im not watching it. i always like driving home from work then too. well i like it in general. the faces you see downtown are so fucking interesting. if i wasnt scared i would be found stabbed and robbed id ask to hear every single one of those faces story. what caused the wrinkles on those foreheads. what earned them those grey hairs. id love it. at the very least id love to draw those faces.
i came home and laid down and felt like my stomach was eating itself. i was/am probably just hungry but i dont feel like dealing with eating. i felt like walking around outside so i went out and sketched a little.
i got a hallway and a sleeping cat.
pretty good finds for only walking inside my complex. i haven't done that since....a long time. i really miss roaming the streets and drawing things. i went to the top of the stairs in some of the surrounding buildings to get a good view of. anything. you know. try and see if something would catch my eye. despite it being very pretty outside nothing did. except the wind. but i wasnt in the mood for a long session.
plus i realized what an unsteady hand i have. i cant figure out if thats ironic or cruel. thought about that for a while. which then turned to god thoughts. then to love thoughts. then to life thoughts. then death. and then back to god. in other words i hung out with a bunch of questions that no one can answer up there.
i love days like these. now im going to go lay down. wait till the Simpsons starts.