KJ's Life Lesson of the Day: It is not wise for KJ to put off her blogging until the end of the day. Because at the end of the day, KJ will not feel like blogging. At least, blogging properly. You know, stringing actual coherent sentences together, coming up with delightful (or at least delightful-to-me) semi-coordinatingish images, and refraining from nonsensical babbling. Okay, I don't know if I could do that last part, even if I did my blogging first thing in the morning.
Tomorrow's post will be a continuation of yesterday's post, in which I shall bloggedy blog all the lovely things related to yesterday's post, which could have actually been a part of yesterday's post, except 1) I forgot to bloggedy blog about them 2) they hadn't happened yet and my psychic abilities are...non-existent (though "That's So KJ" has kind of a ring to it, yes?) and 3) yesterday's post was already like 500 pages long and though that's an acceptable length for, I don't know, an epic novel, for a blog post? Not so much. Ooh, and 4) Because I waited until the end of the day to write yesterday's blog post, and hence, it was rushed because I was tired and therefore it did not live up to its full potential.
Note to Self:
Please stop saying "yesterday" and also "blog" and also "post". And also, please quit referring to yourself as if yourself is someone else altogether. Thanks! You. Er. Me. Er.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. I'm WIPED. To the point where my own brain isn't even understanding what it's thinking. I know you're probably thinking, "Uh, KJ, I do believe you're on the east coast --" and you'd be right "-- and primetime television hasn't even started up yet, so why the heck are you so blooming exhausted?"
WELL. I started work at five a.m. And was supposed to take an hour break somewhere between five a.m. and five p.m., but it's now two hours past that, and no hour break has been taken. I'm fairly terrible about break-taking. I lay down to watch Oprah or something, and before the first commercial, I'm picking up a pencil and sketch pad, or up and responding to an e-mail or something. I'm either DOING or I'm sleeping. (I am quite good at sleeping!)
So, anyway: WIPED.
And yet, all I have to show for it is a bunch of half-finishedness. I mention it in my Etsy shop announcement, and I may've mentioned it here, but it is my goal to have a new painting listed everyday in June. Maybe even more than one new painting. I've already got a dozen or so squirreled away, but most of the ones I haven't shown off here yet still need minor adjustments before they're ready to meet the world. BABBLE. BABBLE. BABBLE.
Seriously, I should not even be anywhere near this blog at this point in time. I should know better. I shouldn't, actually, be near the COMPUTER even. I am just making so little sense. And I'm afraid my eyeballs may actually pop out of their sockets and roll across the floor in protest of the overuse.
ANYWAY. On with the show.
Not a WIP at all, just yum yumminess that happened to match the pencil case, seen in WIP #2. For those of you in withdrawal over the still MIA Peter Pan peanut butter and refusing to switch brands in its absence (Booooooooooo, Jiff, booooooooooo!), this is a nice craving-killer. And yummy, in case I didn't mention that:
Very WIPED Indeed,
P.S. I Googled earlier -- which I guess could be construed as a mini-break, so maybe I did get one after all -- and read that Peter Pan peanut butter will be back on the shelves by mid-July. Whoo! How that'll fit into my new little-to-no bread lifestyle, I do not know. And it has nothing to do with anything, but Dylan McKay's dad is on some non-90210 soap on Soapnet. Hello, Jack McKay, hello, and good night!