It's really an exercise in patience to be sick day after day. Just the thought of making art gives me a greater headache, and I never feel that way. I got dressed again (did not make it to work this morning) late in the day and drove downtown to find chicken soup. I had dreams of a 50s mom with a June Cleaver look welcoming me into her kitchen with hot, delicious homemade chicken soup. Instead, I grabbed 2 cans of organic chicken noodle soup with hopes of eliminating lousy aspects of prepared, non-June Cleaver soup.
I'm going to have to take a night off from art.
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