Wednesday, October 15, 2003


It's the end of the day. It's the end of the day. It's the end of the day.

Or something like that.

Must muster energy. Have no energy now. I've always been kind of a low-energy person which has always been a major irritation to me. Even when I am in great shape with no depression or other medical/psychological concerns I'm still tired most of the time. I do lots of things and get a lot done, but I just feel like I'm always dragging a big fat carcass behind me (that would be me, again). I have little fits of energy, but I rarely get what I would call "hyper." I'm always that damn turtle and sometimes I would like to the be impulsive nutty-and-out-of-control hare, you know? Mind energy is another matter though. I probably have 15 new ideas for figures a week and I have hundreds of doodles and drawings of those ideas scattered mind is very impatient and easily distracted if even slightly bored. Maybe I am a modern day Frankenstein--I've got the mind of someone with ADHD and the body of a phlegmatic 80 year-old.

Wow, now that's appealing. Thank God I'm already married.


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