Coffee Penguins

I know the solution to my problems. Unfortunately, it’s an unattainable goal that I’m unlikely to achieve until I hit my 30s, and certainly not until I make enough money to move out of my parents house. (Shut up.)

Okay. So the problem is that I can’t keep anything clean because I have projects and books everywhere. I believe that mess is an integral part of the creative process, so as much as that nags me it’s hard to be bothered enough to do anything about it. Particularly because certain people have set a stunning project example for me throughout the last 22.5 years.*

Based on that theory and state of affairs, the solution is that I have a fiber artist’s studio as well as a study for all my books and research materials. (Fireplace, please?)

In other news, today I had an Ethiopian lunch with Penguin in East Lansing.  It’s always nice when I manage to get out of Ann Arbor for a day. It makes me feel more motivated to do things in general. It also provides me with a reason to get up in the morning, because otherwise I fall prey to the fate of the idle and oversleep. As often as not, that means going to bed early AND getting up late. I think I need more physical activity, but I refuse to “exercise”. I need to be going somewhere. As Daddy says, Ann Arbor is basically a giant garden, so in many ways I guess I prefer to be here than somewhere less attractive. (I’m trying to resist the urge to scream KALAMAZOO right now. Really trying.)

* There’s a reason she calls home “The Landfill”, and that’s all I’m going to say.

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