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I had my coffee this morning, but I feel like I'm still in bed curled up under the covers having stupidly vivid dreams.
Part of my dream last night involved renting a second apartment that was really intended to be more a retail space. In my dream, I was dating my friend Rob, from Tweed, (whom I've never actually dated) and he did all this weird art all over one of the walls that was all kinds of mixed media, and very 3-dimensional, because he thought I'd like it, but I was totally freaked out and worried about what the landlord would think, especially because paint wouldn't cover up that kind of thing.
Apparently I'm as much of a jerk to date in my dreams as I am in real life.
On that front, I continue to accumulate amusing awkward small-world dating stories. Some names and likenesses will be changed to protect the guilty.
Another thing I remember in the dream was finding some website with a flash cartoon characterization of Mark Askwith. Don't ask me; I really don't know.
I think I need more coffee to banish away this haze. But why spend the money when I'll go for lunch soon? And why am I thinking out loud?
With school out of the way, I'm starting to get some commissions and bring in some cash for my artwork. Neato! The money I make from art stuff this month is going to more than cover my rent. This is very exciting news. I don't think every month is going to be like this, but then, who knows. I'm becoming decently connected, so jobs are slowly but surely coming my way. Also, I bought a boatload of canvases last week, and I've started prepping them. I should get some paintings in the gallery here in time for the Christmas season. I hope.
Oh wait. This has stopped being entertaining. Shit. Here, read this:
http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/seagull.asp
Now isn't that better?
I'm off to caffeinate now, world.
Part of my dream last night involved renting a second apartment that was really intended to be more a retail space. In my dream, I was dating my friend Rob, from Tweed, (whom I've never actually dated) and he did all this weird art all over one of the walls that was all kinds of mixed media, and very 3-dimensional, because he thought I'd like it, but I was totally freaked out and worried about what the landlord would think, especially because paint wouldn't cover up that kind of thing.
Apparently I'm as much of a jerk to date in my dreams as I am in real life.
On that front, I continue to accumulate amusing awkward small-world dating stories. Some names and likenesses will be changed to protect the guilty.
Another thing I remember in the dream was finding some website with a flash cartoon characterization of Mark Askwith. Don't ask me; I really don't know.
I think I need more coffee to banish away this haze. But why spend the money when I'll go for lunch soon? And why am I thinking out loud?
With school out of the way, I'm starting to get some commissions and bring in some cash for my artwork. Neato! The money I make from art stuff this month is going to more than cover my rent. This is very exciting news. I don't think every month is going to be like this, but then, who knows. I'm becoming decently connected, so jobs are slowly but surely coming my way. Also, I bought a boatload of canvases last week, and I've started prepping them. I should get some paintings in the gallery here in time for the Christmas season. I hope.
Oh wait. This has stopped being entertaining. Shit. Here, read this:
http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/seagull.asp
Now isn't that better?
I'm off to caffeinate now, world.