Me again
Another self portrait.
I called in sick today. Sunday my back muscles were in so much pain I was throwing up. Although, the throwing up could have actually been the result of the worlds worst piece of pizza from Sbarro’s on Saturday, but I think not as there wasn’t actually anything in my stomach but water.
I figured, stupidly, that if i was going to be off today it would be a good idea to wander the mile to the mall and update my eye prescription. Come to find out, my frames are so old they’re afraid to apply the heat to flex them to get new lenses in, so I had to get new ones, after $100 off it still cost me nearly $500 for an eye exam and new glasses! I went in expecting to be spending like $200…maybe… Akamai has great health insurance, but no optical insurance, and I don’t have AAA, which gives good discounts at Lenscrafters, because they’re notoriously crap when it comes to towing motorcycles.
So now I’m sick, AND broke. I so didn’t have that to spare but it had been over six years since my last lenses. I think I’ll go in to work tomorrow even though I actually feel worse than I did in the morning, because I’m bored of sitting on this couch not doing anything. I dunno, we’ll see. I don’t want to make everyone else in the office sick. :/
I’ve been in an odd head-space lately. I think today’s drawing kind-of captures it. I’m having trouble getting that first Hunticle mailing out the door. It’s essentially ready to go, but I think I’m afraid because I know once I start sending them out I’ll have to keep sending them out every week, and while I know I’ll enjoy doing it, I think I’m afraid of needing to do it.
November 18th, 2008 at 7:26 am
Huh? There is totally a vision plan that I signed up fer. You still have time!
November 18th, 2008 at 9:54 am
I know from experience that something you love doing can become a pain in the ass when you feel like you have to do it.
For a while, I was making flutes out of any kind of pipe, hose or hollow plant stalks that I could get my hands on. I used to carry them with me and play them when I had a few spare moments. Sometimes when someone would make a positive comment or if a child was curious about the flute I would hand it to them and say, “It’s yours.” Sometimes I’d give them away just on a whim. Once I even gave one out through my car window to a girl in another car on the freeway at 60MPH.
Then I agreed to make a flute for a Spanish fellow for $20. My flutemaking stopped. When I finally forced myself to make the damned flute, it was nothing to be proud of. I was glad that my bank couldn’t figure out how to draw on a check from the boonies of Galacia because I’d have felt bad if the guy had actually paid for such a piece of crap.
So maybe you should hold off sending the Hunticle and work ahead at your own pace while you want to.