Having one of those days…
weeks, months…
Seriously I sometimes wonder if shit can ever just go smooth.
Ball point pen and lots of scribbles to show just how I feel.
Tear my own face off kinda day.
This sort of thing is what I call 10 minutes or less art therapy.
Usually it works as a kinda re-set button.
Not today.
It is Tuesday and I am already daydreaming of the weekend.
Then I remember I have Turkey day in a few days… Hmm, hopefully that will go smooth and I can eat myself silly before falling asleep in my favorite chair.
For now though I think I shall doodle scribble myself tearing at my own face another half dozen times.
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