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i have to go to work
Feb. 13th, 2003 12:20 pmi have to go to work now
my cat demands that i open the blinds so that he may sit in the sun.
i feel that my friends may think that i am making fun of them when i am just trying to be funny.
i am avoiding getting ready for work
i don't feel bad when i get there, but i never want to go
i don't care, i hope they can't tell
i am carving one side of my block for the print exchange. i'll send the file out soon, although we only have eight participants. it is better to have eight than none. it will be a good print, but not serious, a "froo froo" print, as anna would call it. i think of them as "tourist prints" or "Whimsey prints."
i'd much rather carve the block than go to work
there is a lot of carving to be done on this side, then a test proof, and then more carving.
i have no confidence in my own work. none at all. i never want to show it to anyone who might buy it, but i always want to give it away, so that someone will have it.
i can't stop making it.
when i try to NOT do art, i feel terrible. sometimes things sit in my mind and keep me awake until i have to get up in the middle of the night and write them down in my sketchbook.
i sewed signatures torn from old sketchbooks into the bindings of books that i have removed other signatures from. turning full dictionaries and encyclopedias into blank sketchbooks. make your own definitions.
mom wants me to write, but i feel far more inspired by art, even though i have no confidence in it.
i am trying to stop drinking coke. all i succeed in doing is drinking half a coke before i give up in guilty disgust. i guess that is a success, except mystery can see all the half cokes around the house, ansd she doesn't believe me when i say i'm giving it up. the odd thing is, i have completely stopped drinking coke at work, which is where i always used to drink it. now i drink it early in the morning, in place of coffee.
largely because i am out of coffee beans.
i could get those if i got ready now, and left early for work...
i still have to go to work
near work, there is a large korean grocery. going into it was like going back to korea. they had every kind of kimche you could imagine! they had pocari and calpis water and melon popsicles and pocky. they had the flattened dried squid and a grill where cooks were making authentic korean food. bulgogi and takogi and be-pim-bahp. they had raw meat marinading in pepper and soju (where do they get soju?) just waiting to be grilled.
i am looking for the large tapioca pearls so i can make milky tea for myself (the place on temple's campus is too far) they may not have it, it isn't a big thing in korea.
if i get ready now, i could go again today to look and see, but i am not getting ready.
i still have to go to work.
it seems that no matter what happens, i have to go to work.
my cat demands that i open the blinds so that he may sit in the sun.
i feel that my friends may think that i am making fun of them when i am just trying to be funny.
i am avoiding getting ready for work
i don't feel bad when i get there, but i never want to go
i don't care, i hope they can't tell
i am carving one side of my block for the print exchange. i'll send the file out soon, although we only have eight participants. it is better to have eight than none. it will be a good print, but not serious, a "froo froo" print, as anna would call it. i think of them as "tourist prints" or "Whimsey prints."
i'd much rather carve the block than go to work
there is a lot of carving to be done on this side, then a test proof, and then more carving.
i have no confidence in my own work. none at all. i never want to show it to anyone who might buy it, but i always want to give it away, so that someone will have it.
i can't stop making it.
when i try to NOT do art, i feel terrible. sometimes things sit in my mind and keep me awake until i have to get up in the middle of the night and write them down in my sketchbook.
i sewed signatures torn from old sketchbooks into the bindings of books that i have removed other signatures from. turning full dictionaries and encyclopedias into blank sketchbooks. make your own definitions.
mom wants me to write, but i feel far more inspired by art, even though i have no confidence in it.
i am trying to stop drinking coke. all i succeed in doing is drinking half a coke before i give up in guilty disgust. i guess that is a success, except mystery can see all the half cokes around the house, ansd she doesn't believe me when i say i'm giving it up. the odd thing is, i have completely stopped drinking coke at work, which is where i always used to drink it. now i drink it early in the morning, in place of coffee.
largely because i am out of coffee beans.
i could get those if i got ready now, and left early for work...
i still have to go to work
near work, there is a large korean grocery. going into it was like going back to korea. they had every kind of kimche you could imagine! they had pocari and calpis water and melon popsicles and pocky. they had the flattened dried squid and a grill where cooks were making authentic korean food. bulgogi and takogi and be-pim-bahp. they had raw meat marinading in pepper and soju (where do they get soju?) just waiting to be grilled.
i am looking for the large tapioca pearls so i can make milky tea for myself (the place on temple's campus is too far) they may not have it, it isn't a big thing in korea.
if i get ready now, i could go again today to look and see, but i am not getting ready.
i still have to go to work.
it seems that no matter what happens, i have to go to work.
