It's past 12:30 and the most productive thing I've done today was
not fall back asleep for three hours when I woke up at 10:30. I'm not even dressed yet, I'm sitting here in my Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer pajamas trying to convince myself to go put a damn bra on.
Okay I got sidetracked and had to pee, so I'm finally dressed.
I guess another productive thing I've done was threaten the life of
Erika Moen on
Twitter, she's the artist of one of my favorite
webcomics and she fucking ended it today. It wasn't even that long ago that I discovered it. I just bought a
sculpture from her, so I feel I'm allowed to threaten her life, I've given her money. :P She's planning on more projects, I can only hope she'll do another funny comic. I understand "diary" comics have to end eventually because there's only so much a person's willing to share online, but uggghh.
I have a growing list of creative shit to do and I'm just sitting here being a lump. SIGH. At this point, lunch sounds amazing. It's now after 1pm and I've had a soda and a slice of sourdough-rye bread. Hmm.