I wish you could take walls off and put them on the floor. Rooted, vertical surfaces are difficult to manipulate. And its difficult to shade a smooth surface. Atleast, I'm not used to it. In any case. My head has been aching all day and its getting worse. What I need is coffee and a nice book to read. Or a sitcom. But I'm done with That 70's, and my sister's still on the other Murakami. I think I could make music today.
If only I had my guitar.
What do you do when 4 hours of work burn you out and make your head feel like an earful of cotton? Its a feeling I'd welcome at the end of each day if only I had something to show for it. Tomorrow I'll paint all day. Though that was supposed to be the agenda for today.
If I was in a Murakami novel I'd be downing a whiskey right now and playing old jazz records in my bachelor pad. But that's as far as pretend-places go. Put me in a bachelor pad without a bachelor and come nightfall, I'll be scared shitless.
Sometimes, when you step out of your skin and walk a while and turn around to get a good look at yourself, you end up feeling pretty pathetic about it all. The Trick is to save the exercise for a day when you feel fucking awesome.
And that, dear Zonk, was my tip to you, for life, straight from page 72 of a self help book I'm in the process of writing, titled How To Trick The Universe Into Making You Feel Fucking Awesome.