Yesterday wasted att he computer again. Searching YouTube for tracks for an animation, fighting on MSN, trying to not feel quite so lonely. The post man doesn't even ring (how I miss the sweet melodic sound of his voice 'Posta!' he calls out). It's hard work doing nothing. I feel guilty when I don't have the permission I need to sit and stare at a wall or watch crime shows on TV. At least sometimes I find an old friend there (Jen Finnegan being on 'Closer to Home'...). Sometimes.

I pretend to study animation. I read my books. I read a novel. I don't really study. I don't really read my books. I don't really read a novel. I chat online with my virtual army. I exchange insults and information and try to make sense out of 8 hours. I look forward to days where there's more to do, like tooth extractions. I look forward to days when there's less to do. Like Wednsday. I'm not certain you could get more pathetic. I complain when there's too much to do and complain when there's not enough.... and why do I complain? Cause I have nothing better to do!! Hahahaha

It's not all bad. I exaggerate. Today Fabri & I stole a chair from the garbage in the yard of a school. I've got it partially disassembled and am sanding down all the varnish to well, revarnish it. Yes I know I didn't really think it through when I started the project, but at least I'm using a power tool. One day I'll buy a new cushion for the seat and get to use a staple gun as well. It's going to be a nice chair but my lungs are dustfilled and weepy so I'm calling it a day for today.