Let me unwrap my gift of a new day and see what devious ways 'today' has devised to ambush me.
Ah, same old methods I see.. and am I going to give in to the trap I know that lies in wait only to pounce on me and stick its fangs of mundane detachment? Of course I will give in to it. Most wholeheartedly so.
But there will be a few changes, yes.
I'll have me garroted instead of being sucked dry. That sounds like a plan indeed.
My timetable shall see a few corrections. Not that there were any errors, or maybe that I'd rather have new errors.
So let's see..there's a drawing that needs completion. And that is my whole soul agenda today. To get on with it, at least complete the skeletal stage so I can wrack my head on other issues like which pens to use.
I have to be rather cautious with my nervous system too, considering my migraine hasn't fully flown the coup and that it still vibrates enough to bother me.
If it persists of course I shall be allied with another pill, but until then I'm happily smelling like an essential oil of the strong mint variety: courtesy an ache balm.
Ah, the virtues of bromidic cliches.
I have to take out the garbage. And there's a good lot of it. Sheets and sheets of bubble wraps, cardboards, styrofoam boxes and sigh.
Soon. Hearts.
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