Reading a big red book, by nightlight.

bah, I'll just get myself an acrylic sketchbook tomorrow

sketching teeth

I want to disappear, won't someone just put me away in a tiny bottle in a wooden cabinet filled with tiny bottles? I promise I won't make any noise. I will fall asleep, profoundly and deeply (is there a difference?), until I am replenished with energy. Yes, replenished.

In case anybody was wondering... I haven't done anything with my recently bought watercolour sketch pad.

[workers] Let's sweep drywall dust off the floors in a room without ventilation...

I hope this isn't a foreshadowing of what my day will be like in the dramatic comedy that my coming to work has turned into...

for now: I laugh.

battling mid-afternoon napping at work with mid-afternoon coffee breaks... it's a lose-lose situation when I think of my wallet and all the sugar... ough, I don't even like sweets.

...and Christian soft-pop music...

The downside of having company here now is having to produce that half-smile and the polite nodding everytime someone walks past.

He was an orthodontist, late 50s, short and bald, wore a thick moustache and had an extremely peculiar laugh. His eccentricities extended well past his character, I would learn this shortly after stepping into his office. I came to know him at the age of nine years old. Like most nine year olds, I needed braces. He was referred as a good-humoured, ( Read more... )