Bad day for Alanna. Very bad day. I will shut myself in for the rest of the day and not go out again. That is, if I can ever find a parking space. I’m kinda blocking a driveway right now but I really just needed to sit and calm down for a minute.
I am having some minor studio issues right now. I am just going to lay low until we move. So, after lugging all my stuff to the studio today, I decided it would be best if I painted from home today. On the way out, my “issue” said: “Are you taking your little toys home?” I would have liked to have said “fuck you!” but I didn’t because I am a polite and unspiteful person, not a negative, bitchy little princess. Oh wait, I kinda am right now. Oops!
Now I can’t find parking. I chased someone around the block to get at a vacant primo parking spot in our neighborhood. This person won fair and square, and to rub it in, it was our nice neighbor so I couldn’t even hate them for it. If it were a stranger, I could have made up all sorts of terrible things about the person to make myself feel better.
Also, my toe hurts. Worse than it did when I first smashed it. After some interweb surfing, I self diagnosed it and decided it was broken but that there was no reason to go to a doctor who will charge me $200 to tell me to wear shoes with rigid soles for 6 weeks. Rest Ice Compression Elevation.
Oh yeah, and I have cramps and my back hurts, and my money is running out and my rent in France just increased and it’s raining when it should be sunny.
So fuck you world, I’m staying inside today so you can all be as mean as you want. Um, sorry for all the cussing.