pull your mind out of the gutter.
i refer to my creative juices.
every night this week, i've spent minimum of two hours in the office/scrap/crap room, working on one project or another (certainly not my wedding album, which i should be working on).
but not tonight. for whatever reason, i just can't get it together.
i've measured wrong. ever hear of the old saw: Measure twice, cut once? i'm a big believer.
i've measured wrong. twice. and only found out after i've cut once.
so i limped back into the living room (yes, limped. back ain't cooperating in the Feel
Good Department today). put on The Simpsons season 6 DVD.
have mercy. i'm sick of that, too.
can't be that i have cabin fever. i still am snotty (head-wise, not personality. but some would say that i am that, as well). feel kinda puny.
i don't wanna go out, but i can't stay here.
ah well, i'll try it again. head on back in & put on Disco Saturday Night on the local radio dial.
maybe i can boogie my way into creativeness. peace out.