Boy oh boy, I don't write much lately, do I? Okay, I left off with my friend going to first Thursday. Well it turns out that she did get into the street gallery, and she ended up selling $1600 worth of stuff down there. Of course I don't think that's typical or something that could be counted on and it's probably an isolated incident, but still, 1600 bucks. That's pretty alright, and it does good to inspire me to get to work with the old art thing. Of course that doesn't mean I've actually done anything yet, but goddamn it, at least I'm thinking about it. Really the biggest thing holding me back in doing something with my art is actually having a body of work to do it with. Once I've got stacks and stacks of paintings it won't so much be a problem to try to do something with them, it's just a matter of getting that stack of paintings. I just haven't had it snap for me lately. Sometimes I'm inspired and sometimes I'm not, and usually once I get my inspiration I can get quite a bit of stuff out of that. I get addicted to putting the paint on the board and making something beautiful out of nothing, but sometimes it seems so hard for me to take that first step and jump in. Maybe tomorrow I'll head to Home Depot and pick up some masonite.

Work is going alright. I'm still pretty much enjoying it. I'm making really decent money, I got the rent covered in time with cash to spare, I'm not hurting and worrying about what I spend, I got one of my credit card bills paid two weeks early (that absolutely never happens for me), I'll have the next round of bills covered without flinching, and it's very possible that I'll get my mom paid off this month for what I borrowed from her to make my last bills, as long as I don't just blow money like a jackass. I've got to admit, I don't think I really like my morning job all that much. I mean it's okay I guess, whatever. The thing is, the place is in the Southeast, however most of the deliveries we make are downtown or Northwest, which means you have to travel across some bridge to get to the place, find parking, take a bridge back, pick up another order and do it all again. Plus the place is so disorganized it almost makes me crazy, and I tend to keep things as messy and fucked up as possible. Oh well. Every time I go in I know I'll be out of there in a few hours tops, and I usually get maybe $50-$80 a week from it, no taxes. $200 or more a month for wasting a few hours a week, big fucking deal. I can live with that for a while I'm quite sure.

Anyway, feeling pretty happy lately for the most part. Can't think of anything else. I'm feeling fairly sleepy.

I really want cookies.