Jonesing to do Some Art

I got the new job I was after. I hope it leaves me with a little more energy. I don't believe it will be near as frustrating. The house needs to be bulldozed before I can relax enough to do any art work. It is the absolute pits and I have energy to clean.

Yikes! We are being flooded here. They are using rowboats to get around in Evansville! Why the hell do we stay here?

I am waiting for some energy to get here - so much to do, little energy or incentive. The emergency messages are getting on my nerves. I am afraid to turn off the TV with all of the weather going on. Guess I'll try to get busy.

Stuff and Things

Stuff and Things

Here I sit on a Friday night. Bryan is passed out. Of course we have had an argument. He will wake up and not remember and I will bury some more resentment. I suffer with his addiction and I suffer it completely straight. Why doesn't he have to suffer? He forgets all the idiotic things he says. I don't have that luxury. That's OK, the shittier he is to me, the more art supplies I buy. Pity I don't make the time or have the energy to use them much. I keep buying, though. Hey, maybe art is NOT my hobby after all. My hobby could actually be buying art supplies. A little odd, but I've heard of odder.