Be a Fly on the Wall of My Life

My thoughts, feelings and surges of random writing fever.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

In the still of the night

Cold fingers. Empty stomach. Chilly toes. Creaking walls. Long shadows. Quiet sounds. Tiny noises. Deep thoughts. Tired mind. Heavy eyelids. Soothing music.

Today I woke up and went to work. It was pretty uneventful... but I like to be there because I am getting things done without having to strain my brain or emotions too much. But it is hazardous to my hands... they are all sliced up from when I smooth out the frame mats. I slide my fingers along the sides to straighten them out without thinking and the newly cut mat is sharp! I have all these little cuts. They will heal quickly but they are pretty sore at first. And framing makes your hands really dry too for some reason! I don't really know why, but it happens.

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