Make something. Or tell me about something you’ve already made. I am a firm believer that the uglier the world gets, the more important it is that we make art. I’m failing miserably.
I’m trying, you guys. I am.
I feel like all my creativity has drained away and I’m left with this shell that just works, drinks and sleeps.
This works in a couple of ways. I am both feeling like a shell of myself. Also, my mother, sisters and one of my stepdaughters call me “Shell”. My niece and nephew call me Auntie Shell. Or at least my 13 year old nephew used to call me that. Now, he just calls me “boomer”.
I didn’t go to work last Monday. It was my second week back and I couldn’t force myself to get out of bed. I couldn’t face being in a building with so many maskless faces.
I forced myself to get out of bed after noon and retrieve the new glass drawing markers. I saved a bunch of tea bottles to color on and make a bottle tree for my back yard. I would not waste an entire vacation day and would make something.
Honestly, even before the pandemic, I wasn’t great at reading directions and certainly can’t be bothered with directions now.
I didn’t understand how the markers operated and instead of taking the lid off, I unscrewed the whole thing. Turned upside down. On my bed. Black oil based marker shit. All over me, my sheets and a brand spanking new mattress.
So, you know, I put that project up. And then I had to find nail polish remover because no way I could have taken the next day off at work last Tuesday. I didn’t find it reasonable to show up to work with my hands and arm stained black.
I guess I’ll get them out again sometime. Just not now.
And why do I care if there is a big black splotch on my brand new mattress? We put sheets on the mattress. We can’t even see it. And seriously, it’s not like I hadn’t stained every other mattress we’ve ever owned. But since my period days are over, I thought perhaps those mishaps were over as well. But no.
At least the stain is a different color this time.
Here’s what I have right now. A list of random thoughts.
Pretty sure my next blog post will just be a crayon drawing.
So, here we go:
I am not a fan of awkward humor. Uncomfortable situations are just uncomfortable.
I was 7 when we landed on the moon, but I don’t remember watching it on TV. Probably because Hee Haw was on or something.
Why do people say “peeled like a grape”? Have you ever peeled a grape? It’s fucking hard. “peeled like a banana” makes more sense.
You know how people say “Well, I’m going to put this in place in case I get hit by a bus”? Part of me secretly hopes they get hit by a bus.
I think tomorrow at work, I am going to give everyone the nickname “snot bubbles”.
I wish my whole life was like the cool side of the pillow.
If there is such a thing as alternate universes, I hope the alternate Michelles are more productive.
Fucking around with mummies never results in anything good. I say leave them alone and stay safe.
Speaking of staying safe? Wear a fucking mask.
I hope you guys are okay. Sorry I’ve been lax on responding to your comments. I promise, I saw them all. My fingers are just having a hard time working these days.
So, what are you doing to stay sane? I need some advice because my shit isn’t working all that well.
Also, I have to order some crayons. I don’t think I can hurt anything with crayons.