Ah

life is good. And I did nothing today... absolutely nothing, except cause the weed whacker to smoke and even that didn't require much effort. Well, I did sweep the drive way... anyway, life is good apart from the plethora of things I did not accomplish. Started an idea for shaping the sleeves, but it will be a while before I can tell if it will work. And all this seems so rational, when I feel like I'm trapped on a hamster wheel, and I fought with my mom this morning over of all things my doing laundry on my own and I was for it. I scratched my cockatiels head for thirty minutes and that helped a lot. But now I'm listening to Sticks and Stones and tomorrow I wake up at 4:40 and go kick boxing. Something tells me I'm going to be pretending to kick someone again. I'm violent and angry and vile. So let's just say everyone should give up on me, at least until this cd's over and I recover from the lack of sleep I will incur tonight.