Back for more fun and games! Tried lying down for a napsie but to no avail...how can a body be so exhausted and not fall right to sleep? I've never experienced insomnia before. Feel like sludge. A muddled heap of disconsolate sludge. Maybe I'll heat up some leftovers - Jacque took me out to eat last week for birthday dinner and I chose Rose and Thistle, a local fish 'n chips joint. I saved my uneaten portion - I wonder if the chips (which look suspiciously like Ore-Ida crinkle-cut fries...) will bake up again tasty?
Last night I dug around on a piece of rubber and carved out this little number. I'm making prints, or stamps...I'm using ink, not a stamp pad, but I don't know, what do you want to call this? Jacque found the material for me at Jerry's (a home improvement center) down the plumbing aisle after I told her of my interest in finding soft things to carve that are bigger than an eraser. I guess you use these sheets of rubber for gaskets in toilets and stuff? Well, they're very easy to carve up, but still hold up for fine lines.
It's my uterus! Sans polyps! Never thought I'd be the sort to go making an icon out of my innards, and girl-innards at that, but there you have it. I may need to carve away at it some more, I dunno. If I feel like this and I still have my uterus...imagine what it might be like if it'd had to come all the way out. I hope I don't have to find that out.
sleep...sleep...why has thou leftist me??