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
Thursday, Jan. 27, 2005 - 3:43 a.m.
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Peed a Gazillion Times
Oh, more fuckity fuckities... it is nearly 4am and I haven't even started coloring in any images for the Leo's Dog book today.
I got to the copycenter to make copies of my minicomics to send to people in Utah and France who ordered them... and got to the post office too.
I got to the coffeeshop to draw my comic.
I got the clothes in the washing machine.
I got the approved sketches for the Adult Language Ed work traced.
I got the floor vacuumed and the dog walked (twice).
I read a business fax, took a business call, send dozens of emails.
Received and printed out the first three Units of work for the South Korea contract. Read them all over, and emailed the client with all my questions.
Peed about a gazillion times.
Ate supper.
Had my foot fall asleep.
And played this game three times. I challenge you to stop before three times... Dang it is rather fun. Turn your speakers on first. Yeah. Go to it.
Now I'm going to work. I will post more "in progress" paintings before I go to bed.
I am NOT going to watercolor class in the morning... ok the afternoon... Simply no time.
How the hell do people get everything done?
Oh taxes taxes... I must do my taxes. Thank god the 31st is a monday.. I have the weekend.
But did you realize that South Korea is 14 hours ahead of us? This is not good. That means their 9am Friday is for me 7pm Thursday... ie a whole work day earlier. Not good not good.
Oh why couldn't they be in Vancouver instead?
Back to work back to work.
First I got to pee again.
cheers,
wenchie
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