Ahhh, Monday. People hate you. I understand why. Mine wasn't so bad. Sorry to those of you who wanna shoo-oo-woo-woo-woo-oot the whole day down. My life is hopping with art right now. My sister Jennifer and my BFF and neighbor Christina, in whose truckbed I allow Klingons to sleep, are painting and drawing like they're making up for lost time. Xtina and I are both covering our walls with art. I'm singing and writing like there's no tomorrow, which there seemingly is not if you never sleep. Huh. Perhaps my Monday actually sucked and I'm so sleep deprived I hallucinated a good one. Works for me. In any case, it's lovely to be bathing in art right now. Or I'm off my rocker. Or both. Works for me.
Ow. Big, big buises on my thigh and left butt cheek. Gravity hates me There's my first ReverbNation haiku. More to come, I promise.
I don't know if it's the best idea for me to have a blog. Welcome to it, in any case. I fell out of a tree today. Hard. From about 7' above the concrete slab I missed by 90%. Tomorrow I will look like I've been beaten about the waist and hips with the always popular soap in a sock. Otherwise, the head took a good smack, but not on the concrete. Doesn't seem to have made much difference, for better or worse. Why was I climbing a tree? What kind of question is that? Don't you know me? I did it for no good reason whatsoever. I seemed like a good idea at the time. Christina told me to. But all is well. Can't hurt an Irishman by hitting him (or her) in the head. Grandpa was right.