laramie

Woke up at 2a.m. Couldn't get to sleep again for thinking about a reply to a comment I hadn't yet received from alierajean.

At 5a.m. I get a phone call from someone looking for Jill, who left town on Wednesday.

The person for whom I've been Administrative Assisting has been out sick all week. I have a ton of stuff to do to prepare for Marson's art show. I called Kelly's and told them I wouldn't be able to make it to the day job today.

I fell asleep again. Spike was in my dream. He wanted to sing Christmas carols with me; I saw myself as an empty skull, which made all these nice holes through which I could escape - go flying. Someone wanted to trap me again into a closed space, blocking off all the air. Now:

• make labels for new bookmarks I want to show


• put some of the original Discordian Coloring Book art into matts and frames so I can show it, maybe a couple of drawings.


• make some cards with the link to cafepress where people can order the new edition if they like.


• go make copies of cards


• fill out bid-sheets and master sheet


• finish laundry


• do some shopping (cat food low!)


• put that unordered package back in the mail


• maybe take a nap if time permits; I want to stay up late filking, right?


• change from laundry-day clothes to something more suitable for artist's reception.