I can't rember the last time I watched it rain this hard.
Washing away my Friday.
Raining cats and dogs.
It didn't really rain like this in Denver, at least not for any extended period of time. The rain kind of masks that it was a Friday. How did Claypool put it? "The weekends don't mean so much when you're unemployed... 'cept you get to hang out with your working friends." Well, they don't mean so much when you're going to work on Saturday, or when you've worked late all week. At least I'm getting extra holiday time out of it.
Washing away this Friday.
Sheets from all directions.
I think the white noise helps me sleep. It helped me sleep through my alarm. I woke up 10 minutes before I was s'posta be in today. The show went on, indirectly reminding me of my significance (or lack thereof). Well, the show, combined with millions of tiny drops. However, I've been working to release that train of thought.
Washing away my creativity.
Raining buckets out there.
Or maybe it's work that's washing away my creativity. I'm going through the Artist's Way again, to feed that creativity. Some of it is a little too rah rah, like the Celestine Prophecy, however it's still quite good at eliciting production and embracing your craft. One of my artist dates will be finding a new cartoon. It can be still or animated. Or I can just go searching for some old stuff... the first Animaniacs box set was released not too long ago. I was upset I couldn't remember at least half the song.
There's bologna in our slacks!
I have more to say, but my Friday appears to have washed away.
Down I go.
Washing away my Friday.
Raining cats and dogs.
It didn't really rain like this in Denver, at least not for any extended period of time. The rain kind of masks that it was a Friday. How did Claypool put it? "The weekends don't mean so much when you're unemployed... 'cept you get to hang out with your working friends." Well, they don't mean so much when you're going to work on Saturday, or when you've worked late all week. At least I'm getting extra holiday time out of it.
Washing away this Friday.
Sheets from all directions.
I think the white noise helps me sleep. It helped me sleep through my alarm. I woke up 10 minutes before I was s'posta be in today. The show went on, indirectly reminding me of my significance (or lack thereof). Well, the show, combined with millions of tiny drops. However, I've been working to release that train of thought.
Washing away my creativity.
Raining buckets out there.
Or maybe it's work that's washing away my creativity. I'm going through the Artist's Way again, to feed that creativity. Some of it is a little too rah rah, like the Celestine Prophecy, however it's still quite good at eliciting production and embracing your craft. One of my artist dates will be finding a new cartoon. It can be still or animated. Or I can just go searching for some old stuff... the first Animaniacs box set was released not too long ago. I was upset I couldn't remember at least half the song.
There's bologna in our slacks!
I have more to say, but my Friday appears to have washed away.
Down I go.