A Terrible Panic

Well, it seems that Xmas is approaching much too quickly. Especially my immediate family's xmas, which will be on the 18th. I have about 8 more presents to discover and purchase until then. I have been painting like a fiend. I think I'm on the verge of getting the carpel tunnel if I don't start letting my Working Hand relaxing more often. It seems to ache when I type. Or color. Or hold a pencil or paintbrush. Or turn a page in a book. Things like that. It hurts on up to my elbow in a slow, dull aching sensation.

Today, in a matter of minuites, really, I am going to Columbus, Ohio, to stay at my Aunt Betty's house until Sunday, I believe. I am not sure just how much access to the computer I will be having while there, but I do hope to be able to finish some of the 23595 paintings that I must do. And maybe, just maybe, I will be able to do article things --- ON ORDINARY NOTEBOOK PAPER.

Guilt can make a kid do astonishing things.

I must finish packing. See you all later.

PS - excuse my retardations in verb tenses and other grammar sorrow, but I don't feel like correcting them. I choose to leave them all in place to show just how tired I am. What with my going to bed at 6am and getting up at 10:30 and wishing for some sort of blow to my skull so that I might be able to be unconscious for at least a little while longer.