baked braincells

[noelleno]

Want to hear another magical reason why I'm retarded? I woke up from a looong nap today, and looked at my clock, and thought I had slept until six in the morning the next day.

Oooh, wowwww, I'm not staying up late and going to work at five in the morning anymore. That was a bit on the disorienting side. I was at booth 7 today, which faces east, so I was having this four-hour staring contest with that stupid fireball. Actually, no, I stayed hunched over my gameboy levelling up Pokemon. By the time the sun got high enough to be out of painful view (10 or so), straightening up was amazingly unfun. I kind of felt like Quasimodo or something, haha.

But, yeah, it wasn't too bad until around that same time, when the sun really started cooking things. See, all the people started showing up when it started getting really warm. By noon, I was pretty out of it, I think. I don't really remember it all too well, but I do remember selling ot a lot of Mexicans. Bridget rescued me at 1:30, while I was slumped over my cooler, staring at my fan. That fan that helped only barely. Michigan has got to stop with this heat. I blame Al.

Mercifully, I have the next two days off, and I refuse to set my alarm for tomorrow for anything. I'm just going to sleep and sleep until I don't need to anymore.

Also now on the list of Shit That Keeps Breaking Down, a returning champ, Mom's car. Not three weeks after fixing the air conditioning, she comes home with Uncle Mike, because she had to drop it off to get the belt fixed. CAN OUR APPLIANCES PLEASE STOP BREAKING DOWN, K? Mom's car, Dad's van, the drier...I promise you, if my car wants to do something retarded next, I will destroy it. It won't be that hard; it's falling apart anyway. The panel for the power windows and locks falls on my lap whenever I close the door. That's awesome.

I did manage to begin a neat two-person composition at work that might or might not go anywhere. Rezzle, being freaky. Because I can only draw him being moderately content with his life under the influence of medical stimulants for too long before wanting to get right onto making his life hell. Then I did set up a nice other drawing for Fin-Laye, because I know everytime I draw her, I seem to make her ass too big or too small. Perhaps now I've found the middle ground. In retrospect, a full-body waterproofed suit was a bit hasty. I have no way to conceal my anatomical errors with that miserable thing.

Also might be considering doing that freesketch thing over at Deviant, but my ratio of journal viewings to the one on Sheezy is like 2/200. Which actually might work in my favor; I got thirty-some requests over at Sheezy. Hahahawesome. It was nice to do, though, and it did keep me sane yesterday.

Those photos are coming. Eventually. I swear. Maybe after I finish this oekaki of Prince Zuko I just have other things to do.

Also, Endy? Afraid I might humiliate her characters? Now, why would she EVER have to be suspicious of that. I only Poketize them; I say Vee has it rougher--Lume in golf shorts is a pretty hurtful thing. Then again..Veeee...I haven't justly smote Shassie with humiliation yet. You better write back soon so I can get right on that. I'm kind of leaning towards ballet outfit or belly dancer. Thoughts? Does he have the hips for that kind of thing? :D

EDIT
Also, Mr. K showing my work in here to Herff Jones yearbook guy? Quite flattering. Possible job opporutnity? I don't know, but if it involves air conditioning and getting paid I'm pretty interested already.

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[skinnyvee.livejournal.com]

~sputter!~

Well, I don't think so, but don't let that, by any means, stop you! XD;;;

[noelleno.livejournal.com]

It's good to know I Have your blessing. XD