shhhh... don't tell anyone...

I started a painting.

Yellow...

I've never been much of a yellow person... until recently. Seems as though I want all of my pages and blogs and things to be shades of yellow. I'm enjoying tea-stained color. Wish I could get this blog to look just the way I would like, but this will do for now.

Sick today with some traveling stomach virus, so I stayed home.

I have so many ideas to implement... but right now I'm just cleaning up a bit and waiting for Jim to get back from NJ.

I'm ready to unclutter my life.

Can't. Resist. Desire...

To pick up a soft leaded pencil and make marks with it.

It has been a while. Lots of overtime. A move.

It feels like it's time now, though.

Feels a bit scary, a bit interesting again.

*yawn*

How does one cure sleep hangover from a six month nap?

Ah... I'll figure it out.

*yawn

happy holidays...

blargh.

I have a lot of things to do before going back to work tomorrow... mostly want to paint, but that will have to wait a bit.

I'm rereading Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. What are you reading?

I enjoyed Kung Fu Panda. Sue me.

I want to quit smoking. It's dirty and unhealthy and expensive. It's also just one more thing to carry around. Why have I been doing this for over twenty years? Not sane.

I want to throw away a lot of the garbage that has cluttered up my life for far too long.

well... ok.

So I pretty much blew nablopomo. Ok.

Not letting that stop me. Maybe I'll try it again. Maybe I'll just blog whenever I feel like it.

I write these things to negate my own tendency to give up on things just because I hit a little snarl in life. Just reminding me that life is snarly. Just have to go with it. Just have to get on with it, no matter what happened last week or yesterday or ten minutes ago... or what might happen in a minute.

It's just life. If you survive it, kitty, then you have time to do what you want.

poisonous.

Toxic. That's how I feel right now... Which is aggravating because I actually have some positive things to look forward to.

But personally, emotionally... I am filled with very ugly emotions. Enough that it is eating at me physically.

Timing... Fail.

Just not a good night for kitty to be blogging.