If I didn't have that fucking morning job to go to, I could stay up all night and paint. Grrr. Calling in sick is oh so tempting. But I won't. And yeah, I realize that I can paint all afternoon between jobs, but I'm in my fucking groove right now and I don't want to give it up. It's taken me hours to get my groove going. I keep picking up my art books and flipping through them. I keep reading little bios of artists far greater than I. Van Gogh. Picasso. It'll take forever to get into my groove tomorrow after work. I don't want to go. But I have to. Money is always good. And I'm a dedicated little bitch of an employee. Fuck.