Another stupid question
Jun. 30th, 2001 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mbarrickEver have a day when you wish you actually had Tourette's because you just can't swear enough to get all the frustration out?
It hasn't been a particularly bad day, really, but that damn dream started me out badly. Getting out on the wrong side of the bed is a bad thing when your bed is six feet off the ground like mine
. I didn't call someone today because of the dream (so I'm mad at her for something that didn't even happen, how screwy is that?) and because of that I'm at home rather than being out having fun. On the other hand, though, while I'd like to be out around people I'd just be a bummer right now. I've got to shake this off by tomorrow night. I don't want to be at the extra-special extended Sanctuary in a bad mood. In fact, I refuse to be in a bad mood tomorrow (I guess that means I should leave my accounting until Monday).
I think I shall take my newly reinsured Wonder Wagon over to the Home Labyrinth and get the minotaur in the back to cut up a piece of plywood so I have new panels to paint on. I think the nice Nicole will be my next portrait. I've kind of taken a shine to her - anybody I can carry on a conversation on anthropology and archaeology with in the middle of a nightclub is OK by me. It doesn't hurt that she's absurdly pretty as well. It's not exactly in keeping with all the critical theory I learned in university (What the hell was I thinking? A university degree in visual art - real fucking useful!), but damn it anyway, painting pretty girls is fun. And besides, I don't care how much wanking theory you want to pile up behind some useless and ugly piece of Post-Modern crap - nobody wants that shit in their house.
So yeah, I'm going to start a new painting tomorrow. Maybe I'll get flowers just for the hell of it. I should make some nice bookends, too. Beautiful things will make me feel better.
It hasn't been a particularly bad day, really, but that damn dream started me out badly. Getting out on the wrong side of the bed is a bad thing when your bed is six feet off the ground like mine
. I didn't call someone today because of the dream (so I'm mad at her for something that didn't even happen, how screwy is that?) and because of that I'm at home rather than being out having fun. On the other hand, though, while I'd like to be out around people I'd just be a bummer right now. I've got to shake this off by tomorrow night. I don't want to be at the extra-special extended Sanctuary in a bad mood. In fact, I refuse to be in a bad mood tomorrow (I guess that means I should leave my accounting until Monday). I think I shall take my newly reinsured Wonder Wagon over to the Home Labyrinth and get the minotaur in the back to cut up a piece of plywood so I have new panels to paint on. I think the nice Nicole will be my next portrait. I've kind of taken a shine to her - anybody I can carry on a conversation on anthropology and archaeology with in the middle of a nightclub is OK by me. It doesn't hurt that she's absurdly pretty as well. It's not exactly in keeping with all the critical theory I learned in university (What the hell was I thinking? A university degree in visual art - real fucking useful!), but damn it anyway, painting pretty girls is fun. And besides, I don't care how much wanking theory you want to pile up behind some useless and ugly piece of Post-Modern crap - nobody wants that shit in their house.
So yeah, I'm going to start a new painting tomorrow. Maybe I'll get flowers just for the hell of it. I should make some nice bookends, too. Beautiful things will make me feel better.
