While drawing my book fridge I ran into a few structural design issues – I have to think them through and I need a bigger sheet of paper because book refrigerators take up more space than rear-view walking mirrors.
I have a confession to make …
When The Artist’s Way found me, my first instinct was to keep it a secret all to myself. And that really very much bothered me. I thought: If this book is such a good thing, why is my first feeling a selfish one? I still don’t have the answer.
Then I figured exactly because I felt selfish, I needed to do the correct opposite and share my discovery. So that is what I did and I am happy I was able to overcome my selfishness. However …
That does not make me a good person or anything because I will never share my food – my food is for me alone even when I can’t eat all of it and it gets pushed to the forgotten realm in the back of the refrigerator and spoils. It is still mine alone! You can eat it when I’m dead!
Today when I was scheduling my IG post I noticed someone was talking about the same thing – she said the words don’t flow like they used to. I knew perfectly well what she was meant and I left her about the book a comment.
You are reading the book and doing all the exercises yes! If you already know the book tell other people about it!
The weather is affecting me negatively.
I feel like shit.
Everything looks like shit.
My eating is shit because I feel like shit.
Which then makes me feel even more shitty.
Soon I will melt into a primordial ooze of shit
… and thankfully, then it will all be over.
Shit!
I left the office early, took the afternoon off, a half day after my meetings tomorrow and the whole day Friday. Where is the sun!
Monday night I slept like garbage and went to work early, like 7:30 am or some shit, because I knew if I didn’t leave ASAP, I wouldn’t go. ! Had my five-year anniversary lunch today (on Monday) with Jer and Bossman! Fuckin’ five years yo!!! Wow! It will officially be five on May 7th.
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Into the Night – Benny Mardones
She’s just 16 years old
Leave her alone they say
Separated by fools
Who don’t know what love is yet
But I want you to know
If I could fly
I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you’ve never seen
ever seen
I will wait til the end
Of time for you
I can’t measure my love
There’s nothing to compare it to
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Man babies are still the worse babies! “How old are you?”
“62.”
“Are you sure!”
Wed May 03, 2023
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