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Painting again. I really caught the fever while stocking up on paints with the Severs...and especially since it's finally less than 100 degrees in this place. Too hot to sew, which consists of sweating profusely while perched on a broken milk crate, needle and thread in hand. So far I've made a halter top, a tank top, and a dress, but once I've finished making an item of clothing, I don't really feel much of an urge to wear it anymore. It just ends up in a corner, waiting. Yet I still want to sew more things...I don't understand this yet.
As usual, work is kicking my ass. I'm often ready for bed by 9 in the evening. I dream of danger and various versions of conversation I've actually had, as well as adventures on the bus. I dream about riding the bus a lot. Or work. And then I wake up and go to it. On the bus. How interesting.
As usual, work is kicking my ass. I'm often ready for bed by 9 in the evening. I dream of danger and various versions of conversation I've actually had, as well as adventures on the bus. I dream about riding the bus a lot. Or work. And then I wake up and go to it. On the bus. How interesting.