It's been slow. My plans tonight to drink wine and finish the painting of the bathing beauties was taken down hard by some over-spiced undercooked ribs. Damn pork. Damn excuses. Damn weak stomach. I wanted so badly to be bohemianly inspired to float through the house in scarves, dangly earrings, and barefoot. Perhaps with a bit of purple paint smudged across my nose because I'm so inspired that I don't care about the mess. I wanted to make a yellow spot the sun. To not make a pipe. This is not a pipe. Oh well oh well. There's always tomorrow.
