i was helping out anna today, and what i’ve done can be divided into two parts:
1) i’m at the art hall doing nothing but listening to podiobooks because whatever i’m supposed to be doing hasn’t arrived yet.
2) i’m spraypainting some wood with golden car paint and then dress a bar in vinyl. it’s fun to feel useful and do things with your hands other than smoke, touch type and yourself.
also, i’ve been coughing like a leper ridden with tuberculosis for the past five days. i blame the tree-sperm and not dressing warm enough for a bikeride last week, but i’m sure the smoking isn’t helping. i swear i spat out a bit of my lung the other day, and my stomach muscles ache. (the excercise might be what i need to tone up before summer, but i’d rather get in shape in a less disgusting and debilitating way)