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1.12.26.

I'm not sure yet what I'm writing here. Today was a good day at work (I'm a server 4 days a week, and I'm a graphic designer the other 3). Everyone was nice and no one left a bad review and no one tried to fight me or set their shirt on fire <3 I'm excited to start my new job tomorrow. I need to get used to my schedule though. So many oppurtunies have come my way since the new year and I'm excited to delve into more creative things, but it's hard with the schedule I have. I'm excited to trade artist cards with people I've met through instagram. I'm very grateful that a friend asked me to set up to sell any prints I have at their show, since I made album art for a local band their in. I'm worried about my friends, I'm always worried about my friends.

I have so many ideas and no time to make them happen, but I did this to myself, working every day. I hope it will make me appreciate every chance to have time off I have more. I had images in my head today of some dreams. I dreamed about my mother in the bathtub. We used to have deep conversations there. I think that's why I sleep in the bathtub sometimes. She told me about my father while I watched her take a bath. The movie Florida Project makes me think of her, the motel bathroom. My mother is a proud southern debutaune sort of woman. But I dream about her in the motel bathtub. I feel close to her that way.

The next time I have off, I'm making a piece about her. The next time I have off work, I'm taking food to the person that just got out of the hospital. The next chance I have time to myself, I'm smoking so much weed I sleep for 10 hours straight. The next time I'm alone, I'm taking a shower.