This morning, this afternoon, my brain has finally erupted, unclenched, and given me hell.
I, I am trying to pack.
I am more than a little excited to go home for a spell, even if it will be a cold one.
But my brain, my poor brain. It wants to leave nothing unfinished. I had to give the old man a face lift...
He's not done yet . I need to teach him to smile with old man mischief. Oh, and eyelashes would be a kindness. |
And I had to go through my class notes and keep what I liked...
oh, composites class |
Then I had to take pictures of the remaining art that I have been ignoring...
edge of the world |
and projects that have [temporarily] failed:
And food art...can't leave that out.
So there you go. Eventually, I plan to assemble poetry and stories which have hitherto been under wraps and stuffed into whatever void is willing to hold them and hide them from my restless mind. As it is, I am due to be on a train in 3 hours and have a bit of progress to make between now and then.
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