Some days you just wake up and feel like a sad clown masturbating on the toilet.

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Let me start off by saying that I really do not advise anyone to actually do a Google image search for “sad clown masturbating on toilet.”  You won’t really find what you are looking for.  I actually have an image of a sad clown masturbating on the toilet, it was unfortunately a little small, fuzzy, and unclear.  I wonder where I came across that the first time.

Now on to my wistful self indulgence.

So just a few short days ago I was here telling you about how I woke up with the impulse to organize my life.  I meant that!  I was sure of myself and motivated.  I actually have a thing or two going for me at the moment, and yesterday was the day I was to hang my art for my upcoming opening.  That day that I typed that I was ready to take it all on.  I got quite a bit done that day, had more that I wanted to do that night … stopped for a beer or two on the way home and decided it was time to just relax a bit.

I had an appointment first thing yesterday morning and was in a great mood.  Driving and singing, planning my day.  Having woken up slightly later than I had hoped I did not get to take the shower that I so desperately needed.  All I wanted at that moment was to take a shower, listen to music, get ready for the day, prep all my artwork, and head over to the gallery at noon.  The moment I pulled into the driveway that entire plan was derailed.  No shower and I had to head out the door to Santa Fe.  Anyway, I won’t bore you with every detail of my fucking frustrating yesterday.  I’ll just tell you that I did EVENTUALLY make it over to the gallery, my work is now hanging, and then of course I was to have a beer or two after a long and drawn out day.  The end result was  the hangover that I am still muddling through right now.  I did not want to get out of bed today, but I made it happen.  I’m just not appreciating the day nearly as much as I would like to.

I suppose that I shouldn’t complain, I DID make it out of bed and out of the house.  I even managed to shave my legs.  Started and did not complete several projects.  Maybe I need to sit and work on some of my artwork, in order to do so it requires that I spend my time viewing porn.  That might make this headache go away.

Oh yeah.  I should probably show you the little fuzzy picture of the masturbating clown.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck this headache sucks.

 

 

 

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