I really did.
WordPress ATE it.
I will give you the short and skinny:
I work three days a week. I have four days off. I still haven’t managed to do more than half a painting and one quick sketch on another. I’ve been reluctant to put away my paint supplies because I so desperately want to just sit at home and paint and not give a damn about the rest of the world.
But I do.
All of my now free time has been occupied piece by piece due to the fact that I’ve been a workaholic for many days.
I only work at the bar, I no longer work as a Barista.
I have ideas flowing forth and I can’t even find the time to put them to paper.
It’s hard.
Work is easy.
Having money is fantastic.
This is only what I’m feeling on the surface.
Slow water’s run deep? What can I say, I am a Scorpio.
My exboyfriend has moved back into town. My current interest seems to be not as interested in me as I am in him. I just want me me me me me me me em me time but I seem to treat my time as though it’s valueless.
I don’t get enough sleep.
Work again tomorrow, then who knows what.
