Well, I'll tell you why.
I've been doing some pondering. Pondering is easy when you sew. And when you draw. And when you don't sleep. And when your mind is hyperextended due to a cold (not so close to death. The vitamin C's I take in place of candy really do pay off). But basically, I think alot. And when I think alot, I talk to myself alot. And when I talk to myself alot, I get all these wild ideas, which means I have to stop what I'm doing to write them down. And considering that my place is a paper and fabric bomb (Yes. A bomb. If I open the doors everything will fly out an cover the whole of sydney. I swear, this is true. Except instead of shrapnel, its loose threads and paper scraps.) I've decided digital format is just as good as any to write them down. And then I like them so much that I post them. I think all the tea that I'm drinking is also like some accelerant to my mind or something. I swear I'm fitting about a week into each day. Seriously.
But that's the reason. And now on my third break of the day, and feeling reasonably secure to do so, I'm writing whatever the hell I feel like. Except for that, that was crass, and I'm sorry. I just did it for effect, and so I can keep the effect and not be percieved as some madman cussmouth, I apologised and babbled on about it for a while. And that leaves us right... here.
So. Colds. Yum. Not really. But an extremely valid excuse not to see people. Because unlike when I'm healthy and well and want to see people but can't because of college work, I feel gross, and just want to stay inside with no makeup on, wearing long johns and glasses. This is not something I want to share with others. This is not something others want to share with me. And because I'm sick, its reason enough to stay segregated.
But it's 10.33pm. It's Saturday night. I've finished basically all of my pieces. I've fudged my way through my drawing portfolio. I'm about to fall asleep. I've decided that priorities require sleep to actually be around the top section of my to-do list. I have one illustration, two hems, and two zips to do. Easy. You think so? I can't find my eraser. I can't find my flipping eraser. I'm drawing an awesome skeleton girl and I have no eraser to get rid of the one too many ribs I gave her.
On the plus side, Cherloe, who will also be known as heavenly bringer of food and encouragement, or Cherlobot, came over with soup. And not just any soup. Minestrone soup. And not just any minestrone soup. Amazing minestrone soup. And bread. (I could go on about the bread, but we all know how great bread is). I am so so so thankful for her. She. Is. Great. Great, great, great.
Now, I'm off to die. Or drink more tea, draw half of my girl, sew a zip, unpick something, shower, and retire to bed to hand stitch a hem while talking with Jesus. All by 12.30. That's right. I've got favour. Bam.
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