I’m beginning to think that all the sassy people are no where near me – nobody gets me but my Mind.
Can’t sleep, can’t eat – it’s the revenge of the skunk!
My Mind: But if we ever need to torture someone we know how!
My Mind is thinking about 15 different things, wants to accomplish 8 tasks, is regretting 3 recent things and wants my physical body to keep up with it and I just woke up from the last exhausting nap it put me in.
Me: *Takes an imaginary lasso catches my loose mind reals her in and hog ties her down. * Stop that you’re driving insane! … oh wait never mind.
Dirk who is sitting on the bed watching me looks at me and says. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
Me: I’m going to start working on a new episode.
My Mind: Let’s stay in bed till it stops raining.
Plays around till 12:30 then finally get out of bed to find nourishment and to work.
Starts working on next episode.
My Mind: Let’s take a nap till the sun comes out.
5pm I wake up.
I don’t want to conform to any set of art rules – yet as soon as I see a space between my outline and base, my OCD has to fill it in and all I hear in my mind is- Stay between the lines.
I noticed that my mind was making conversation in a Irish droll – that’s when I noticed it was March.
Most would see cookware… I see an arsenal.
My Mind: What gets the lower tier, rodents?