I called in sick to work today, and slept late. When I awoke, I was feeling quite well, and decided to spend the rest of the daylight hours downtown... And so, I wandered through town, stopping into little shops, picking up little trinkets for various projects: a spike for Norman's broken spike-bracelet, a postcard or two for a penpal or two, a couple of white cardboard boxes to paint and send to Brian filled with little pieces of trash...
...I spent the evening painting.
Painting is wonderful. I have not painted since I was eight years old and accidentally painted a huge piece of posterboard bright blue and then hugged it. It was supposed to be the water surrounding the Statue of Liberty. But it turned out to just be very, very blue. My shirt ended up being very, very blue as well. Since then, I've been rather disillusioned with painting... Until this evening, when I painted four sides of a little white box with watercolors... One side is a picture of a highway sort of driving off into the sky. One side is an abstract, nasty-'70's reproduction of some nifty stationary I have. One side is a (somewhat religious-looking, although it wasn't meant to be so) copy of the back of a Camel package. And the fourth side is just blue. With white spots. What the hell -- I like blue. So does Brian, as I recall.
I spent the whole night with my hands buried in a puddle of water (conveniently held in a little dish stolen from Friendly's), a paint-set, and a make-up brush I found in the middle of State Street this afternoon. Strange how something as boring as smearing pigment on a piece of cardboard can relax one.
It's been an absolutely beautiful day. For some reason, the weather brought out a strange craving: I DESPERATELY needed a fast-food sandwich and a Dr. Pepper in a paper cup. Weird, yeah, but it was an unbearable craving. As a matter of fact, I spent a grand total of three seconds inside Norman's house, giving him his spike (I'm trying to convert him back into a metalhead... Really...), before dashing out into the warm, breezy night and making a psychotic run toward the nearest fast food place...
I have to get up tomorrow at 7.00 in the morning, so I've absolutely GOT to go to sleep RIGHT now, or I won't wake up. This is going to be a little difficult, considering the amount of Dr. Pepper in my veins, but I have to try. So I'll bid you all a fond goodnight now, and hope I have something more intriguing to report tomorrow evening...
~Helena*