Since I've been trying to be steady on my feet, time has sped by, like it's greased. And I don't manage my time well anyway, so it's like some kind of double whammy. Getting paintings ready to show, and setting up the studio, figuring out the meaning of life without the help of Monty Python, going to shows, staying up all night, etc, etc

I've been watching the Six Feet Under episodes I like, eating pecan clusters and looking over my schedule for the next week. I found this thing on the internet to help organise my appointments and 'must get to' things. Hopefully, it works.

Someone told me recently that when you remember birthdays and dates, it means you care for others. I always blamed my lack of ability to remember things on a poor memory, but maybe it was because I didn't give a shit about anything. And maybe I'm trying to, now.

Try harder. Try again.

That's what a friend said. Made sense to me, at the time.

My feet will be under the sheets tonight, it's Joy Division weather again. Especially here, in the north, things are frostier, foggier, more wild. My high heels don't go over very well around here, they seem pretentious. I feel like I ought to be armed with knee-high fur trimmed boots. So I can stomp around like I mean it, and pretend that I'm fitting in. square peg.

Although, I do know one thing for sure: I absoutely don't care if I'm fitting in. Fuck all that business. Plans seem to be working out, things going at the speed of life. Might as well just...keep doing what I'm doing. I guess.

I joined DeviantArt, and once I figure things out there, I'll be posting my work regularly. My dad tells me I ought to have something to give out to potential customers, but business cards seem sort of the opposite to art. Know what I mean? We'll see, I suppose.

Wish my new high heeled boots would be here in time for the art show reception. *sigh*