Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Saturday, Dec. 18, 2004 - 6:41 p.m.
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Nappity Nap
I am not doing a good job of get to my desk, settle down, focus and catch up.
Well, I stayed up last night to cut out all the papers for the adult language ed finals.
Thought I got enough sleep.
Transfered the adult ed sketches to the paper. Planned now to start inking them in.
Was hungry, finished week-old pasta sauce. mmmm. Lots of cheese.
But now I am feeling totally like a wrungout dishrag. A very sleepy one.
I will have a nap.
I may be back later. Or I may not. I still have to do two comics pages (if I sleep for an hour I should be able to get to the coffeeshop for eight pm, have two hours to do comics, walk doggies, then ink the drawings. zoom zoom)
So it is sleep for an hour it is.
I had a great comics idea but the phone rang and I answered it and then was asked how I am and started talking about all I did last week and all I have to do, and got overwhelmed and tired and stressed out and lost the comics idea. Shittitty shit.
I think it was fun and pretty good. Maybe it will come back during the nap.
Or not.
nite nite.
me, wenchy
god, was i this tired when i was younger?????
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