Whenever I do lots of little things in a day I still feel like I haven't gotten anything done. I only feel accomplished when I work on something until I almost drop, otherwise I seem to almost instantly forget.
I've got my own stupid song stuck in my head from trying to sing and record some possible melodies to show D. I was recording some other stuff that I wanted to play with later as well.
Need to convert them from WMA before I can actually do anything with them. I have to ask lordkalkin about that.
Ordered rigs that I need for something little for toast. I had to use a different site b/c my guy was out.
I got some pics taken that I needed too although I haven't looked at them on the computer to see if they will actually do.
More edging. Edge, edge, edge.
Sleep is stupid.
I have shiny new silver boots. I loves them.
Rae will tease me if I'm still up when she leaves for work again.
Stupid sleep.
The washer broke my overly expensive comforter. I stitched it up but we're going to get a cheaper one for regular use. I'm not dealing with that one all the time anymore.
Lordkalkin needs to read and edit my mythos story. And I have to pick D's brain for the next one.
Things, things, things.
Must do many little paintings. I can't sell my jewelry at the arts market, not handmade enough. I don't cast my own pendents etc.
Going to reorganize all the falling apart folders full of gaming sheets, many new folders. Soon.
I should do that sleep thing before anything else though, not very, very coherent anymore.
I've got my own stupid song stuck in my head from trying to sing and record some possible melodies to show D. I was recording some other stuff that I wanted to play with later as well.
Need to convert them from WMA before I can actually do anything with them. I have to ask lordkalkin about that.
Ordered rigs that I need for something little for toast. I had to use a different site b/c my guy was out.
I got some pics taken that I needed too although I haven't looked at them on the computer to see if they will actually do.
More edging. Edge, edge, edge.
Sleep is stupid.
I have shiny new silver boots. I loves them.
Rae will tease me if I'm still up when she leaves for work again.
Stupid sleep.
The washer broke my overly expensive comforter. I stitched it up but we're going to get a cheaper one for regular use. I'm not dealing with that one all the time anymore.
Lordkalkin needs to read and edit my mythos story. And I have to pick D's brain for the next one.
Things, things, things.
Must do many little paintings. I can't sell my jewelry at the arts market, not handmade enough. I don't cast my own pendents etc.
Going to reorganize all the falling apart folders full of gaming sheets, many new folders. Soon.
I should do that sleep thing before anything else though, not very, very coherent anymore.
raziel666:
I don't understand why they won't let you sell your jewlry at the art market,I know alot of people that peice things together and sell them.Does the painter make their own paint?no they don't.So it should be ok for you too.