I've got to do something about the chaos around here. Yes, that is a magenta disco tree next to the computer. In a fit of madness last night I bought it. It has silver stars dangling from it. We had to go to a corporate book store last night because I was determined to get a particular book for our friend Jim last night. The store was open till midnight. Stagg and I shouldn't be allowed to shop at midnight when we both have sleep dep. He has slept through his alarm for several days now. No other neighbourhood book stores had this particular rock and roll American music book. It might help if I actually managed to take the garbage out. We keep making more garbage I feel like the Jeffery Dahmer of nature. My house is a mess. I am a bad person. Hey, that's Cappy's blog on the computer. Look, we have booze just sitting on the kitchen table. Ambulance.
My studio looks like some kind of a nightmare. When am I going to get in there and tidy it up? Hmmm...I walked over there the other day, and all that paper for collage on the floor is extremely slippery. I took a hell of a header the other day. Just right bailed.
That's a bag of gifts and booze to go to Stagg's parents tomorrow. The note taped to the bag says Don't forget COOKIES in freezer. I am making Thimble Cookies, right now to send over, in those tins right there on the floor in front of the book shelf. I don't know why I have the tins on the floor like that. The stuff on top of the shelves is all "to do" stuff. Like a bag of batteries to take to the Toxic Waste Depot.