The Newspaper Inside My Brain

Last night I was in a relatively okay mood until the list of things I had to do started to pile up and all I really wanted to do was sit down at my desk and do some creating. You know how it is--you come home and suddenly there is dinner to be made and a quick run to the store to get that missing ingredient and then there was a clean up and phone call to be returned and...and...and...! I was starting to feel frantic and then I looked down and saw that the skirt I was wearing--my FAVORITE skirt--was completely RUINED because unbeknownst to me I had leaned against a puddle of spilled olive oil and ran it down the side. It would have been bad enough, but it was the second favorite item that had been ruined recently and despite my best efforts, I DID NOT DO WELL with it. I know people who don't get devastated when a favorite item of clothing gets ruined, but for me who has a hard time finding clothes I love, much less clothes I love that I actually will buy, it totally GETS ME.

By the time I got to my desk I was in a ditch of some magnitude. It wasn't just the skirt, of course, it was the skirt that broke the camel's back. I sat like a little kid in the dirt muttering "stupid stupid stupid" to no one in particular. Of course, what I needed was a five minute complaint session, which Graham granted me, and to do some creating.

I haven't been doing much in the creation department--it's been all business and errands and I have been feeling a bit DRAWN IN. So today I got up early and made the newspaper you see here and lordy do I feel better. It's the newspaper inside my brain and it feels so good to see it for what it is--a funny & exaggerated piece of pulp.