I might have an issue.
I might have an issue.
I used to be able to go on trip after trip without any issue. Now at the 5 day mark of this current excursion I am near mental death. I just do not have that thing anymore that requires 20+ weeks of travel anymore. Drive, desire, willingness, stupidity…whatever I have previously called it forget it.
I need to find a nice little piece of frozen land and bring my brood with me. As long as I have wi-fi and amazon delivery I will be happy.
So I am a little out of balance I have been told so even though I lack any worthwhile thoughts currently I am going to try to just type. Starting with the fucking W Hotel in NY. Could it be any louder of a god damn hotel? Could they use thinner dry wall? The two girls next to me are from Boston and both are starting graduate school this fall. You know why I know that…..look at the above two points you fuck. I should not know that just like no one should know what the hell I am doing in my room sans murdering someone without duct tape covering up the pie hole in question.
Also, could the bathroom be less form over function? When it takes a slightly educated person like myself 10 minute to to turn on the sink you now it is fucked up. In addition, how about curtains? I get that the shade is all slick but when I am surrounded by billboards the glow gets a little annoying at around 3am.
That is all.
3rd coat on AB #1 Composition tonight. 4th coat of gloss with 95% black to go on tomorrow. 2 coats away from completion and then on to bronze on bronze action.
Limited release this week with full rollout through 3/28. God bless Jason Bateman.
So people who blog are what exactly? What about snapchat or instagram? Or did one of these assholes make up this venn diagram?
If you live it, you are the real deal. If you preach and post about, your full of shit. Take that BS somewhere else as we are not buying.
Can I get back to the mindset that the work is what matters? I am not specifically speaking about Work, I am just saying in general THE work. I define The work in regards to the work of painting, the work of playing guitar, the work of drawing, etc. Over this winter I have forebodingness of displeasure in the result so I therefore avoid the attempt. It is not an innate fear but a clear sense that I will strongly detest my work enough to think that the attempt is an abject failure.
Is it possible to move past this and just start working again. I am not sure but today I have tried. I am hoping that continual efforts pay off with a little less doom and gloom surrounding the process. Hoping.