It’s been a rough day of headaches and aches to be paper cutter. I’ve wanted to collect bubble glass for my own work. But my work seems so inferior to me now. My sister is struggling with her work and needs a new career and to get out of the hideous office world. Sigh.
I would like a huge print of this, framed above my bed:
Right now I sleep in what looks like a hoarded antique shop. Oh gee, let’s just dance.