Haiku for the day

Do I hate painting?
yes, I know I hate painting
I hope Elmo appreciates this

I dreamt last night but I don't remember details and they were pretty boring. Something about trying to find out more about an event through my support group, something about drinking at a bar, and something about this bizarre house where the people living there were running a sex business. They tried to get me to be a client but I was like, nah uh. I was more interested in the decor of their house. Very colorful and playful.

Painting Music: Crash Test Dummies, Concrete Blonde, Elvis Costello, Moxy Fruvous, Great Big Sea and more to come.

Listening to BJ Don't Cry totally brought flashback feelings. Owwwch.

Back to painting...

Done, finished, it's far from perfect, but I figure once the Elmos are in there, NOBODY is going to notice the horrid paint job. Except for Mike.

I'm slightly edgy, maybe starting to worry a bit much about this weekend, but no, I'm on vacation dag nambit and I'm going to chill. All will be well. I'm never painting again. Sigh, until we paint the house. UGH. Time to feed the birds so the squirrels can steal their food.

mood: and sometimes bummed