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February 21, 2006
Week #5+
Finally got down to doing some more drawings this morning at the crap of dawn. I've been too wiped at the end of the day to do anything interesting, so I tried working on some drawing before work. I was disappointed until I scanned them in this evening, when I decided they aren't as bad as I thought. It's always good to have low expectations (or high disappointments)... it keeps me generally satisfied, even with mediocrity. Huzzah.
The sad story was that last week I thought I accidentally sent out a bunch of postcards with no writing on the backs. Oops. I looked everywhere and couldn't find them, but knew I had sent some completed ones out with the mail at work around mid-week. I eventually became certain that all of them had been sent out in one of my (sadly all-too-typical) moments of reckless postaling (past moments have included mailing my return bus ticket in the mailbox right outside of the White Plains bus station, mailing my train ticket in the mailbox outside of some train station in Germany (just a commuter train though, no big loss) and mailing a new book of stamps just outside of the post office in williamstown, mass). I had resigned myself to having to write new postcards explaining the old blank postcards, which just makes me look like the absent-minded dummy that I am.
WELL. Today I found them. They are now nearly a month overdue, but were hunkering down with the new books of stamps I had bought and totally forgotten about. I felt like I had received a special gift, just what I really wanted. Sometimes, see, it's good to have a terrible memory.
Posted by ribbu at February 21, 2006 09:41 PM