simply taking and not giving

*cough*

Really dull, this is...

*cough*

One can only practise the ukulele for so long before getting sore fingers, I find. Much surfing of the internet ensues. Sometimes a bit of drawing. I've drunk so much tea that I'm back to the cheap stuff. The fact that I only realised this today and I've been drinking it for four days says something about my cold-ridden taste buds. It tastes foul, but I guess that means I'm getting slowly better.

*cough*

There's this new blog: Valium Sandwiches. It's anonymous, but I definitely recognise that sense of humour. I hope it continues beyond a few days, but you know what these teachers are like.

*cough*

My cough mixture tastes of treacle?

I look out to my left and I look to my right

Small competencies welcome me back: ripping paper, inking a roller, slowing the press wheel with my hip. Muscle memories. The quality of work at this point is irrelevant; a state I hope I can maintain for a while at least. The light is lovely, the studio is airy (though heady with the scent of white spirit and meths) and the kettle boils quickly. There are of course no teaspoons.

I think it might be going to be OK.

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