my journy

I'm sitting cross legged in front of the computer. Its still sitting on the floor. I took apart the desks for the renegade show back in june and have yet to replace them.... so my feet and legs fall asleep every 5 minutes or so and i move around until i feel something in them again... We leave the curtains up here closed all day in the summer to keep out the heat. So its pretty dark. i just opened one a bit and can see that nice golden color of the late afternoon hitting the ugly cedar out back.

I just got off the phone with my dad. I had been sitting here scribbling budgets and fretting as usual. we don't make much money. but we make enough for me to be happy (except on budgeting days)...anyhow, id gotten myself off task. i was just supposed to budget until the next paycheck but somehow ended up trying to figure what my income has been so far this year as a newly self employed artist.... I need to make $6000 a year to equal what i was getting at the nursery....

so my dad called and i ran my mouth a million miles a minute and he managed to make me feel better. He's good at that.... Stephen should be counting out a cashier cause its the end of the day for him at the nursery... it'll take him a half hour to get home from Stafford to Fredericksburg... I love him. Ill be happy to see him. We were going to have yard sale tomorrow morning but this heat wave is so ridiculous ive canceled it for the 3rd or 4Th week in a row... but that's some stress off my back. I promised my dad id spend an hour tomorrow making things. I need to keep my promises. but im a mess. that's one thing i know for sure...

I suppose if i want people to read this that i should punctuate and divide huge blocks of text into paragraphs. Unfortunately i don't talk in full sentences or paragraphs... this is how it comes out... with ellipses where i take breaths....

that's all for tonight.