Are above my pay grade and below my sense of wonder.

Sometimes you just need to eat a whole box of Franken Berry for lunch.

And then you spend the rest of the day tonguing the millions of abrasions inside your mouth and questioning your very existence.

Or, at least, I do.

Yesterday I couldn’t seem to a) wake up and b) eat enough of the food. It was kind of a rainy and cloudy day. It was so humid. My morning run was brief because there was no air in the air. Only humidity. And I have health problems.

And the humidity can go eat a bag of dicks. It knew that I needed to spray paint that flat file. Which I did. Right after I finished grinding all of the rust off of the drawers. I then had to wait the rest of the day for the fucking paint to dry.

I got the cabinet and four of the drawers up and into the studio. The fifth/bottom drawer was the rustiest and I left its paint drying overnight. Hopefully it’ll be dry when I get done with everything this morning.

And my back hurts.

Again.

I’m getting too old for this shit.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC