magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

last night i was plagued with these repetitive dreams about stuffing skills and personality bits into people. it wasn't quite as bad as the nightmares i had about infinity as a child, but along those lines. i woke up real early with a splitting headache and was caught between the dream and the waking world for a couple of hours, while smothered in blinding pain. it was not fun.

i eventually did manage to get enough motor control over my body to get up and get some tylenol, which began to kick in just as my alarm clock went off. i lingered in bed for a while longer, got up and went to painting. i started painting these green tiles in the background of my painting and two different people commented that they were the same colour as the green and yellow flannel shirt i was wearing. wasn't intentional, but i suspect i bought the shirt and mixed that colour of green paint because it's a colour i like.

i spent the afternoon napping rather than writing the philosophy essay that i was s'posed to be writing. acting tomorrow, then painting on thursday, then i'm on spring break. although i have to get to an art show and write about some paintings before thursday morning. that's not unpleasant or anything, i just have to get over my slacker mentality.