Wow, somehow today needs to be a few hours longer. And tomorrow too.
Why is it on the day before I need to get up hours before my preferred and usual time (whenever I want) I am compelled to take on a myriad of otherwise missed tasks. I feel good that they are finished, but the shear amounts of coffee I contemplate for tomorrow boggles my mind and my bladder.
Man do I like to stay up late and see where my drift goes.
On the other hand, tomorrow should bring a bushel full of delightful experiences. I can't wait.
Wednesday, April 7: Sharpie, watercolor, pen on paper 9"x12"
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