In which I’m really really tired from making stuff for my show, so I decide to go get a massage. There’s a fish tank in the lobby of the massage place. I’m annoyed because I have to wait and because I’m like the most impatient person on the planet and also some days I’m cranky and really easily annoyed. In the end, the massage is good, though. I go and order food for my party. Profiteroles filled with stuff. My mom used to make that kind of thing. Asparagus wrapped in prosciutto di Parma. Teeny tiny bottles of Italian sparkling water. Some other stuff as well, but I’m not gonna tell you everything, am I?
I find $5 in the parking lot and remember I owe $5 to John. I go to his studio to harass him (apparently he hates it when people keep repeating the word “profiteroles” over and over again. Go figure). We end up painting together and I remember the fish in the fish tank and also that time in my life when all I made was fish (because I was afraid to draw). So I decide some fish should be included in my solo show, especially since one of the paintings I sold yesterday dates back to that time (see below). 36 paintings completed. 4 left to go. I think I can do this. 4 days until the hanging. It’s starting to look manageable.