Entry 158: Nothing

Entry 158: Nothing

The cold gets to me.

It's a poor excuse when I think about it, but it's true. I wrap myself in a blanket, I eat to keep calories, and I mummify myself in bed. I've been looking forward to my own apartment so I could enjoy the Texas heat, but it's still winter.

When I was in Kentucky, I roomed in a basement during my apprenticeship, and the cold was year-round. In the winter, the room would freeze because the fireplace released the heat, and the landlord would blast the AC during the summer, which scientifically meant that cold air sinks down to the basement.

In Texas, my parents house had AC running all the time because my mother worked hard and needed it, so I was trailing around with my warm throw. But even after getting my own place, the veil of winter hasn't left yet. And I become unproductive in the cold.

For weeks I have not produced or explored as much art projects as I would like to, and that's not cool. It's Friday again, and this Blog Entry reveals that nothing has been accomplished since last week. Nothing.

Entry 159: Window Shopping

Entry 159: Window Shopping

Entry 157: My Name

Entry 157: My Name