Listening to: a mixed cd of Cyndi Lauper, Annie Lennox and Tina Turner gone techno
Friday, Mar. 19, 2004 - 1:16 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Groping Boy Stays up ALL Night and Keeps his Hands in Sight!
I actually stayed up all night but I got all those 5 drawings finished for my Groping Boy client.
I finished the drawings around 8:30 am, then I went for breakfast (which I usually have at 4pm) with my doggies at the café. She was very happy cuz it was snowing in a powdery manner. We only got enough that it actually JUST covered the ground. Then I packed up the Fedex parcel, put it in the mailbox and got to sleep around 10:15 am. Yup. hehe.
Here is a picture of the now NON-Groping Boy... you can see the original groping one in another window here.
So, I slept all day. Yup. Nothing happened. I WAS woken up by someone calling to see if I would do a 15 minute performance in a swingers' club for them for $50 tonight since they are sick. Nope. I have to work, pick out what comic pages etc I want to put on the walls at the coffeeshop for my book launch, start on my taxes. She said "but $50 for 15 minutes!!"... hah! I am not naive... it is not 15 minutes. It is showering, getting an outfit together, makeup, getting across town, paying for the taxi there and back, waiting til time to go on, discussing with the other performer in whose piece I would be, getting undressed etc, getting paid, taking a taxi back home, showering. Yeah, more like 3 hours. hehe. Nope.
Besides once I got up around 5pm, walked the dog, ate, and ran to flamenco, and learned new steps and danced with pizazz for nearly 3 hours I am so tired I can scarcely keep my eyes open. Funny how going to bed at past 10 am will do that to ya. hehe.
Well that is all that happened today.
BTW I don't think remixing Annie Lennox, Cyndi Lauper and Tina Turner to horrid techno dance beats is an improvement. What's UP with that??
Here is my horoscope for Thursday, March 18:No idea what any of that means. oh well!
Here is a quote from my National Geographic magazine packaging from the mail today:
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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