Commute. Work. Commute. Veg out. Sleep. Do over each day.
This weekend in Chicago hosts a myriad of events: Lollapalooza, various street festivals and parades, concerts, etc. I shall be working and missing them. C'est la vie.
Had a great visit with French relatives visiting my city a few weeks ago. Always a pleasure being a tourist in one's own town.
Have put away the paints until the weather cools down a bit. Have a hard time regulating the tempurature in my makeshift studio aka the Living Room during these humid months. But I do plan to pick it back up come autumn.
Have been uninspired to write. Also blame the humidity.
I could make excuse after excuse but my creative outlets will always slap me on the wrists. Sometimes a little voice inside of me can really start beating me down to pick up the pen or paintbrush or guitar. I try to listen to it, really I do. But you know, those summertime blues. Working all the time yet no money to take spare time and turn it into adventure.
The hospital and doctor bills have been weighing me down as well. I have a pile of them sitting on the kitchen table and I pick them up every so often and pay a little on each one. Major headaches and stress.
This, too, shall pass. As they say.
Time for a song.
Maybe if I find some spectacular outfit, like, say, a cape, all the blues will go away.
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