Busy day, thinking about my story, about what I am going to say to the junior high on Sunday morning.
Today I did laundry, I cleaned, I rested, I watched mad men, and most importantly I painted. It didn't come out well. And I'm not a perfectionist. It's a big painting, but I had fun doing.
I went swimming, I started cooking dinner... And here I am, waiting for conrad to get home.
I am boring. Nothing I say sounds good. I don't think about what I say. I just spill it out and I take it off my chest. It feels good. just like painting.
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