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June 14, 2009
I don’t really want to write about all of the feelings I had about a tour I took of a historical house in Denver today, but, for your sake I will: I felt very great about the whole experience.
Hhmm…
I have to go to work tomorrow, on sunday. I do not like to work on sunday. It’s my day of rest after a week of creation ( the creation of my book in progress, and also the creation of many sandwiches). So, when I looked at the schedule on monday and saw with my withering eyes that I had to work on sunday, the fire that is my will to continue interacting with my fellow man in good spirits was doused with cold water. Ice cold water. Now, this completely unwelcome extra day of labor is knocking on my door, work clothes and a 300 dollar check for my two weeks of life lost in hand. But, It’s okay. Whatever.
Lately, I’ve been drawing out what I really want in life in my sketchbooks and it reminds me of when I was literally starving last year and would draw all the food I wanted to eat on the pages of my sketchbook. I envision who I want to become someday, where I want to live and the persian rugs that I’ll sit on while I listen to some records in the comfort of my success. I guess I’m pretty sad.
I think you deserve the Persian rug.
This is totally heartbreaking. I never want you to starve. Starving sucks. Sorry you had to work today. Nobody should ever have to work on Sundays.